He was hard and primed, almost aching for release. But it was Juliet’s laughter that spoke to him, the joy and uninhibited emotion that reached inside him. Her cheeks were flaming and Richard surmised she was regretful of her earlier conduct. He wasn’t surprised. It had been damn shocking to be so lustily grabbed and in the middle of a dance, no less. But it hadn’t distressed him. Quite the contrary. After taking a much-needed moment to recover his breath, Richard decided he very much approved of being pursued in such a manner by his lovely wife. He wished he could tell her that, but suspected she’d grow even more embarrassed. The music reached a crescendo, then stopped. Moving away from him, Juliet dipped into a graceful curtsy. As she sank before him, Richard took note of the triple rope of pearls she wore around her neck. They were pretty, resting against the swell of her creamy breasts, but something about them struck him as youthful and girlish. Diamonds, he thought. She should be glittering in priceless gems, the sparkle reflected in her eyes.
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