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Percy ducked his head, his expression contrite. “Hard habits. How about I spend the rest of my life making up for it?”
“Then it’s over?” Danny asked, hardly believing.
He wrapped her in his arms, pressing her close so she felt the steady beat of his heart.
“Yes, my love. It’s over.”
She sighed and relaxed against his chest. “Thank God for that. But don’t think I’m done with you, sir. You have much to answer for.”
Percy chuckled. “I’m ready to face any forms of torture you design. What would you have me do, my lady?”
“What you promised.” Danny’s fingers worked inside his coat and trailed down his stomach to the growing ridge in his trousers. “Take me to bed, husband,” she commanded.
Percy’s lips curled upwards. “Yes, my love.”
