Page 77 of A Rogue in Rome


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An odd sensation fluttered through her abdomen, and she inhaled softly.Placing a hand over her belly, she grinned as she settled onto the bed and stretched.

Her feet no longer hurt.Her lips seemed to buzz with excitement.Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples hard enough to poke against the fabric of her nightrail.If she wasn’t so tired, she might have left the bed and gone in search of David’s bedchamber.

Make him finish what he had started, whatever that might be.

The thought had her eyes widening in shock.

What?

Give a rogue what he wants?Willingly?

Never.