![]() ![]() She shrugged, her elegant shoulders arching, which made her rather large breasts also move. Then he threw his shirt over his head and haphazardly tucked the ends into his waistband.įrom the bed, Barbara held up the missing smallclothes, her wide red lips parting in a teasing smile. Foregoing smallclothes since he couldn’t seem to find them, he pulled his breeches on. Tobias scrambled from the bed and ran about plucking up his carelessly tossed clothing. They hadn’t even come back to Barbara’s lodgings until the sun was rising over London. “In the afternoon?” Of course, in the afternoon. His eyes shot open as he pushed himself to a sitting position, the bedclothes falling away from his nude body. “What time is your ward arriving?” Barbara, his soon-to-be-former mistress, asked from behind him.īloody hell, his ward. ![]() He was particularly tired today, but then it had been a viciously late night. Instead, he pressed himself into the bedclothes as if he could hug the cozy softness of the bed. Tobias Powell, fifth Earl of Overton, smiled faintly at the brush of his mistress’s fingertips along his shoulder. ![]()
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