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Eleanor jerked out another stick and peeled off a length of sheeting. “Gentlemen don’t refer to their—their posteriors in a lady’s presence.”

“Ah, come on now, El, aren’t we beyond all that?”

Her lips twitched as she tried to repress a smile. “Your bruises have turned yellow,” she told him. When he tried to look down, she said, “Hold still. I’m not through yet.”

She was fast and efficient, reaching around him to grab an end, freeing it and then reaching around him again. When her fingers brushed across his navel, he sucked in his breath.

“Sorry. Did I pinch?”

He closed his eyes. “Ticklish,” he said. He didn’t specify which body part was itching now.

Blackstone’s Bride

Harlequin Historical #667