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A deep, sexy male voice slid down her spine like a smooth cognac.

Valentina glanced up and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a black Stetson and a tux, his blue eyes searing into hers.

“Yes, I did.”

When he pulled her against him, his hard-muscled frame made something inside shudder and relax at the same time. From the moment she’d been born, Princess Valentina had been bred for duty. Her position was more important than her desires. She was always to behave responsibly.

“I don’t want this night to end,” he said, pulling her closer.

He clearly knew what he wanted and, for this moment, she knew that he was what she wanted.

“Me neither,” she said and lowered his mouth to hers.

Responsibility would have to wait.