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Arthur snatches the key from the safe, kicks the door shut, and sets you on the desk, one hand going to the nape of your neck, the other hiking up the skirts of your gown, gripping bare thigh. You gasp, taken aback by the way he’s shamelessly pawing at you.
“Wha–” The question dies on your tongue when his mouth presses to yours and you hate that your response is immediate. Hands lifting to Arthur’s neck, you brush your thumbs along his jaw and the short stubble there, tilting his head down in a way to deepen the kiss. He presses himself close between your legs, and you sigh into his mouth, feeling his lips twitch against yours into a lazy smile.
“Miss! Sir!” The started cry comes from the butler in the doorway, mortified to have found two of the mayor’s guests in such an indecent position. “You’re not supposed to be up here!”
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