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Kit stood and raised a hand to help Clarissa out of her seat.

Taking her by surprise, he pulled her close, one arm around her slim waist, cool on her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, the other tilting her chin upwards.

‘No women other than you? You ask a lot of me. I think a sample of the merchandise would be appropriate, don’t you agree? Just to prove you are worth the sacrifice. I warn you, my fair Clarissa, I won’t be cheated, and I won’t let you go back on your bargain. You do realise that?’

Clarrie licked her full bottom lip nervously, but made no move to escape. The sensation of his hand on her body was sending shivers up her spine. She had never been so close to a man before, and had had no idea that it could be so very exciting.

‘A kiss to seal a bargain then,’ she whispered.

Kit laughed, low and aroused.

‘You are sealing a bargain with the devil.’

His lips brushed hers, smooth and cool at first, a feather-light touch at the corners of her mouth. He ran his tongue over her full bottom lip. She smelled of roses and vanilla, and tasted sweet and hot. Her breath was warm, her breathing shallow.

Clarrie sighed at his touch. She could feel the heat from his body building a slow fire somewhere deep inside her.

She wanted more.