”Tory thought she must be dreaming. ”“Like grooms, I suppose. She could see him at the table, fingers drumming impatiently. ”A quarter of an hour later he paused beside Fen, her long hair fanning out, already slightly damp from the dew, teddy bear clutched in her arms.
”“I’ve given up women,” said Rupert, taking her hand, ‘except you. He carried no whip. ”His hand was fingering her bum crack. “You’re lucky,” she said.
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