It was never easy letting Liliana walk away. Harder now that he felt a surge of desire whenever he thought of her. What was it, he wondered, that had caused this primal desire to claim her? To be her first lover, to ensure that he was her last. His loins tightened, flooded with desire as she stepped up into the carriage provided by her mother, the Baroness of Cotte.
George stood in the shadows between two great houses, for a mad moment, he considered knocking on the door and requesting an audience with the formidable Baroness. He stopped himself before he could move. It was a bad idea for a number of reasons. First, Liliana would soon arrive at the Mason’s mansion and he fully intended to be there in order to back her up. The Duchess of Khamarra was dangerous, and there was no denying it
