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Eamon
Lady Charlotte had a strong and soft body all at the same time—everything in all the right places, too. Her thick brown hair, damp and cold, hung down her back almost to her waist. She wasn’t just a bonny lass. Charlotte was statuesque and… simply stunning. She was so beautiful right then that Eamon almost wanted to ask the angel with him if he’d died and gone to heaven.
Only this was no dream. This particular vision before him was real, and he wanted to possess her heart, her soul, and oh, God… he needed to possess this divine, alluring body of hers. Her merely sitting on his lap and sharing her warmth with him made his rod ache.
Eamon had a reputation that was much larger than the reality of his conquests. It wasn’t something he told another person. He’d always let them thin
