Page 55 of His Wicked Little Christmas

She sighed, her head dropping back. “I did terribly like that one thing you tried the other night. With your fingersandyour tongue.”

“Done,” he whispered against her neck.

“I’m happy, Chance.” Dipping her head, she burrowed against his chest. “You’ve made me happy for the first time. I never want to leave you, even for one night. I’m going to London next time. Five days apart was too much.”

Chance pulled back until she could see his face. He liked to look into her eyes when he told her he loved her. “Francine Allerton, you’re the light of my existence. You and Kat. And now that orange scrap of akitten. I give thanks every night that you came into my life. You know that, don’t you? I feellucky. To the ends of the earth lucky.”

She pressed her cheek against the warmth of his chest, his heart beating beneath her ear. “So, you’ll sit for me this weekend? I want to try out the oils this time. I’ve been practicing.”

Chance brought her close with a kiss. “My darling viscountess, I’m your subject for life.”

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