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Philippa stared into a pair of dark fathomless eyes. Her heart pounded with excitement but a twinge of fear shadowed it too.
“You’re positive he won’t bite?” she asked.
The massive horse directly in front of her said nothing, which was somehow worse than any response. The interior of the rented stables near Hyde Park were dim despite the sunlight outside.
“Easy, darling. Just relax around him. Animals respond to fear. If you’re not afraid, he will have no reason to be.” Beau wound an arm around her from behind. Feeling his hard body against her back and bottom made her shiver and her womb clench.
“He’s just so large… I’m not certain I should do this.”
“You are quite capable of this, I promise you. Remember, you rode with me as we escaped Lord Sommers.” Beau gave her waist a little
