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She bent her head, kissed him, and he didn’t have the good sense to end it.

She had been to the bakeshop! The lingering flavor of vanilla invaded his senses. With a twist and a swoop, he shifted her body down. Now he was the one on top, the one directing the kissing.

In a second the aroma of baked goods was gone, leaving in its place the heady scent of woman.

He shoved back her bonnet, loosened a pin from her hair. Soft locks tumbled over his hands, tangled in his fingers.

Why was it he felt triumphant and guilty at the same time? The woman was his wife, dash it! He deserved more than kisses. And, judging by the way her shapely bottom shifted against him, she wanted more...