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KANE
The simple shift so seductively wrapping Emma’s body was more alluring than any lacy garb worn by Mrs. Pratt's girls. If I hadn't just found the proof of her innocence, I would think her a temptress. Her coral n*****s poked at the thin fabric, the soft swells of her breasts were plump above the plain edge. Her skin was pale and creamy, most assuredly silky to the touch.
"I want to see all of ye, lass. Let's take off your shift," Ian told her.
Her skin was damp and flushed with desire, her eyes cloudy with her first pleasure. There was no doubt that had been her first o****m, for she'd been so quick to arouse, so fearful of the pleasure. And yet, when she came, she succumbed to it beautifully. Emma looked at me now with those bewitching blue eyes for a moment, a small frown marri
