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... he familiar, frustrating layers of linen and lace that usually guarded a lady’s virtue. He expected the rough scratch of a petticoat, the tie of a chemise, the barrier of an underskirt.
He found nothing.
His fingers met only warm, smooth, bare skin.
He stopped. His hand froze on her thigh, just inches from the top of her stocking.
"Wait," he said, his voice rough with sudden confusion.
He looked at her, his brows knitting together in the dim light of the s ...
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