She'd apparently selected one and pressed play. The Seduction of Lady Chatelaine came on the screen and she'd been sitting here watching for over an h...ur now. This was apparently the last scene.I let her watch it in silence, watching her with as much morbid curiosity as she had in watching the action unfold on screen. Her mind was being deflowered in a way and it was strangely exciting to behold. The look in her eye, though she was painted with disgust, betrayed an underlying arousal that could. I didn’t come here to upset you. But I don’t want to see you lose the only woman that you have let into your heart since Mom died. If you won’t let me, at least, let her in. She loves you.’ Marshall stopped his pacing. He swung around and pinned her with his steely gaze. He placed his hands on his slender hips. For a man approaching fifty, he was in fine shape. Age had not diminished his rugged masculinity, if anything the wings of silver at his temples increased it. ‘What makes you think that. ’ Lane turned around to the lady. ‘Here’s your water.’ Kenai handed him the water ‘Well, well…this is definitely a surprise.’ Lane took a small sip of his water ‘Better get back to your friends Lane.’ ‘Hold on Kenai.’ She turned to him with curious eyes. ‘Let’s talk me and you.’ ‘About what?’ ‘Well, that sent that was in my house today, it’s nice’ ‘Are you hitting on me Lane?’ Lane backed up with sarcasm ‘What, me hit on you, you’re so crazy. I’m just making small talk. Besides Vincent said. By the time he’d recovered she was busy undoing his trousers. She kissed him over and over, speaking in half-sentences between each: “It’s okay, isn’t it? I know we wanted to wait, but I just can’t. And now that you’ve met everyone it’s basically official already, right?”“Sure. Of course. Yes.” She stripped him in record time (most of him, anyway—he was still wearing his undershirt). Climbing on top, she loosed the little bow on her nightwear and let if fall open, pushing his hands underneath..