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wine cup was removed gently from her hands. Warm lips touched her cheek; warm fingers lifted her hair, and the lips moved to nibble, to suck gently at her ear. Nothing happened. For the first time, Geoffrey's caress did not arouse her. He slid into bed beside her, found her lips, slid down, shoving the pillows away, pulling her flat beside him. His free hand wandered over her shoulder, cupped her breast. Nothing. She felt nothing. |
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"Take me, Geoffrey. In mercy, take me. Do not make me wait," she whispered. |
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