Chapter 15

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15 Her dress… Rosalind suppressed a shiver as Ashton stood behind her, his warm breath fanning across her neck. Once she removed her dress, they would both be completely indecent. Exposed. Ashton’s hands moved to the laces of her gown, and he began to pull the threads out. His touch made her jump. “What about my slippers?” His lips twitched and a devilish gleam settled in his eyes. “I don’t want your slippers.” “This is entirely unfair.” “Steady on, darling.” His chuckle was bedroom soft and deliciously dark. “Just take it off,” she muttered, her temper sparking. His fingertips stroked her bare shoulders, teasing patterns over her all-too-sensitive skin. “And ruin the delight of the moment? Not a chance.” The heat from his body enveloped her from behind, and she fought the part

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