A Dark and Stormy Knight

A chortle erupted from the man at his side. “Why the need for pretense?”

Farah regarded him with rank skepticism. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Pretend I’m an idiot.”

I’m not familiar with all credences and commandments but I’m fairly certain we’ve not been sinning since we married.”

“I don’t know,” she said from beneath coy lashes. “It feels rather wicked to me.”

He refused to glance down at her breasts.

He glanced.

He refused to look.

He looked.

Well he refused to appreciate.

Goddammit.

It occurred to her to thank him for his kindness, but her words were lost as he bent back to her, this time pressing a reverent kiss to her sex.

Unable to stand the wicked view, Prudence tossed her skirt back over his head.

“You’re a very solid shadow, sir, if I may say so