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managed to arouse in him.  There s nothing wrong with keeping one s enjoyments private.
Dropping the book in her hands, Lillian turned to face him. The abruptness of the movement resulted in a
sharp wobble, and she swayed back against the shelves even as he moved to steady her with his hands at
her waist. Her tip-tilted eyes sparkled like an array of diamonds scattered over brown velvet.  It has
nothing to do with privacy, she informed him.  The truth is that you don twant to be happy, bec  She
hiccupped gently.  Because it would undermine your dignity. Poor Wes cliff. She regarded him
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compassionately.
At the moment, preserving his dignity was the last thing on Marcus s mind. He grasped the frame of the
bookcase on either side of her, encompassing her in the half circle of his arms. As he caught a whiff of
her breath, he shook his head and murmured,  Little one& what have you been drinking?
 Oh&  She ducked beneath his arm and careened to the sideboard a few feet away.  I ll show you&
wonderful, wonderful stuff& this.  Triumphantly she plucked a nearly empty brandy bottle from the edge
of the sideboard and held it by the neck.  Look what someone did& a pear, right inside! Isn that
clever? Bringing the bottle close to her face, she squinted at the imprisoned fruit.  It wasn very good at
first. But it improved after a while. I suppose it s an ac  another delicate hiccup  acquired taste.
 It appears you ve succeeded in acquiring it, Marcus remarked, following her.
 You won tell anyone, will you?
 No, he promised gravely.  But I m afraid they re going to know regardless. Unless we can sober you
in the next two or three hours before they return. Lillian, my angel & how much was in the bottle when
you started?
Showing him the bottle, she put her finger a third of the way from the bottom.  It wasthere when I
started. I think. Or maybe there. She frowned sadly at the bottle.  Now all that s left is the pear. She
swirled the bottle, making the plump fruit slosh juicily at the bottom.  I want to eat it, she announced.
 It s not meant to be eaten. It s only there to infuse the Lillian, give the damned thing to me.
 Iam going to eat it. Lillian tottered drunkenly away from him as she shook the bottle with increasing
resolve.  If I can just get it out& 
 You can t. It s impossible.
 Impossible? she scoffed, lurching to face him.  You have servants who can pull the brains from a calf s
head, but they couldn get one little pear out of a bottle? I doubt that. Send for one of your
under-butlers just give a whistle, and oh, I forgot. You can t whistle. She focused on him, her eyes
narrowing as she stared at his mouth.  That s the sillies thing I ever heard.Everyone can whistle. I ll
teach you. Right now. Pucker your lips. Like this. Pucker& see?
Marcus caught her in his arms as she swayed before him. Staring down at her adorably pursed lips, he
felt an insistent warmth invading his heart, overflowing and spilling past its fretted barriers. God in heaven,
he was tired of fighting his desire for her. It was exhausting to struggle against something so
overwhelming. Like trying not to breathe.
Lillian stared at him earnestly, seeming puzzled by his refusal to comply.  No, no, not likethat . Like
this. The bottle dropped to the carpet. She reached up to his mouth and tried to shape his lips with her
fingers.  Rest your tongue on the edge of your teeth and& it s all about the tongue, really. If you re agile
with your tongue, you ll be a very, very good  she was temporarily interrupted as he covered her
mouth with a brief, ravening kiss  whistler. My lord, I can t talk when you  He fitted his mouth to
hers again, devouring the sweet brandied taste of her.
She leaned against him helplessly, her fingers sliding into his hair, while her breath struck his cheek in
rapid, delicate puffs. A tide of sensual urgency rolled through him as the kiss deepened into full-blown
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