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Olivia Cunning One Night with Sole Regret 03 Take me(1)
18. Roberts Nora Pokusa 02 Rajska jabśÂośÂ
Harrison Harry Planeta Smierci 02
(49) Miernicki Sebastian Pan Samochodzik i ... Pruska korona
Harry Harrison Stars And Stripes 02 Stars And Stripes In Peril v3.0 (lit)
Naked and Helpless
Drugi przekret Natalii Olga Rudnicka
Fleming Ian Doktor No
Krentz Jayne Ann Prywatny detektyw (Pensjonat Maggie)
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Crispin's hip with his fingers. "You were doing beautifully, pet. I was not the only admiring you,
and I think were it not I, you would have offers aplenty to show you to the gardens." He meant to
keep speaking, but the words stuck in his throat, unexpectedly. Furious, he forced them out. "If
you want to call off the lessons at any time, you have only to say."
Something flickered across Crispin's face, too quickly for Jude to puzzle the emotion out. "Of
course, my lord, if that is what you wish. Am I keeping you from some other dalliance?"
"Not at all," Jude replied. "Our lessons are vastly more amusing than a simple dalliance would
be, at least so far." He motioned. "Speaking of lessons, we have thoroughly fallen out of today's
lesson. Let us resume it, for it will be this public method you first employ the night of the
Summer Gala. Now, does your beau favor dancing?"
Crispin shook his head. "No, he does not. I rarely see him anywhere but watching the festivities
from a distance."
Well, that was some relief. Jude detested dancing. There were infinitely better ways to spend
one's time than gallivanting across a crowded floor, getting one's toes smashed and other similar
bothers. "All the easier then," he replied. In the back of his mind he shuffled through names and
faces, drawing out a dozen or so likely candidates.
He found none of them pleasing, or worthy of the effort he was putting forth with Crispin. Not
that it mattered to him, particularly. Still, for all his trouble&
Mentally giving himself a stern shake, he focused. "Let us resume where we would be had your
charming brother not interrupted the lesson."
"Yes, Jude." Crispin brushed back a strand of hair which had fallen forward, then let his hand
drop. He took a slow breath, gathering himself, then looked up again with one of his soft smiles.
"Is my lord enjoying the gallery this evening?"
It was truly fascinating, how Crispin shifted from his quiet self to& being a good student, Jude
supposed. He took to his lessons beautifully, even when it was obvious they discomfited him -
always obvious by the flush to his cheeks, though right now they were only pink.
"Quite," Jude murmured, falling easily into his role of seducer. "Many of the pieces are not
worth a glance, but one or two are most pleasing to look upon." He let his eyes wander slowly up
and down Crispin's body, his own going tight and hot as flashes of their every intimate encounter
chose that moment to invade his mind.
Crispin flushed, but he struggled to remain as cool as Jude. "Indeed, my lord. What pieces do
you favor?"
A tidy reply. Jude could answer it at face value, and talk about the artwork, or he could be bold
and make his feelings even plainer. The seducer was forcing his prey to make his wants clear. It
was a bolder, simpler way to play the game, but for Crispin, that was probably best.
That Crispin obviously understood this was commendable. Nothing was more tedious than a man
who played a game to which he was not suited.
However, Jude was not inclined to make it too easy. Lessons learned too easily did not truly take.
"Perhaps you would care to make a guess?" he replied.
Crispin blinked, clearly startled by the response, but he rallied quickly. "Oh, now that is entirely
unfair, my lord. There are one hundred and seven pieces on display this evening. Won't you at
least be kind enough to narrow down the choices? It is hard to guess a man's mind when it comes
to art." He paused ever so briefly before that last word, a beautiful execution.
Jude barely kept back the grin that fought to overtake his face. Truly, he'd not had this much fun
in longer than he cared to recall. Crispin was a fine student. "I would hate to make it too easy."
"Yet if you make it too difficult, I shall spend the night guessing and never land upon the answer.
I would hate for the night to end in disappointment."
He stepped a bit closer. "I would hate for you to guess too quickly, and the night end early. There
too lies disappointment."
Crispin chuckled. "An impasse, then, my lord?"
"I fear most discussions of art usually end thus," Jude replied. "Art is engaging only for those
who do the creating, I feel. The role of observer is rather lacking."
"My lord would prefer to be an artist? You did not seem the type to take up such an active role."
Jude's mouth curved in a smile of unmistakable intent. "I prefer action to observation in all
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