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So were her insides, she thought.

His thumb traced the line of her jaw. “Shall we?” he murmured.

Her heart skipped a beat, than began to race. Wasn’t this why she’d come here? To be close to Dylan, to gain his confidence by whatever means necessary?

Shall we?

His voice, his touch, seduced her. Made her want when she had no right to want. Made her tremble with need when she needed desperately to keep her composure.

“Here?”

He lifted his head, stared at her with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Well, normally we begin the palace tours in the reception hall and ballroom, but if you’d like to start here…”