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moving his mouth on hers, encouraging her to follow his lead.
    Wrapped in his arms, Fancy was powerless against his irresistible invitation. A melting sensation spread throughout her lower regions, inciting her to return his ardor.
    Their kiss was long and langorous, the prince capturing her whole being. The world faded away. His body and his lips became her universe.
    Stepan flicked his tongue across the crease of her lips, persuading her surrender, staking his claim. She parted her lips, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth to taste her sweetness.
    And then he ended the kiss.
    Stepan traced one long finger down her petal-soft cheek. Fancy stared at him in a daze, having had the most erotic experience of her life… her first kiss .
    Stepan held her against his body, and she rested her head against his chest.
    “I-I was frightened.”
    “You are safe now.” Stepan looked down at her. “Trust me?”
    Fancy stared into his black eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up in a faint smile, and she nodded.
    Keeping his arm around her shoulders, Stepan guided her toward his coach but noted her wobbly walking. “Are you injured?”
    “My legs are shaking like an earthquake.”
    “You did experience a frightening misadventure.”
    “My nerves are running riot from your kiss.”
    Stepan helped her into the coach and sat beside her. “Miss Flambeau, you should use more coyness in your dealings with the opposite sex. A woman should never give her suitor the advantage of complimenting his kisses.”
    “Why not?”
    “Burgeoning conceit would give the fellow a fat head.”
    Fancy waved her hand, dismissing that particular problem. “No matter, you already have a fat head.”
    Stepan grinned. “I appreciate your keeping me humble.”
    “Soho lies in the other direction. Where are you taking me?”
    “My home.”
    Fancy shook her head. “I refuse—”
    “I will feed you supper,” Stepan interrupted, “and then we will discuss your actions this evening. Nothing more, I promise.”
    Ten minutes later, the royal coach halted in front of a mansion in exclusive Grosvenor Square. Stepan climbed out first, helped her down, and called to his driver, “Harry, I will be going out again in an hour or so.”
    An unfamiliar pang of jealousy shot through Fancy, but she tried to keep her tone casually unconcerned. “Where are you going after supper?”
    Stepan took her hand and led her up the stairs. “I plan to escort you home.”
    Her face warmed with embarrassment. Thankfully, the night hid her blush.
    The front door opened, revealing a tall, dignified, middle-aged man, who stepped aside. The man flicked her a curious glance and murmured, “Good evening, Your Highness.”
    “Though he gives himself airs, Bones is my opinionated majordomo.” Stepan winked at her. “Bones has the most amusing dry wit.”
    “Better dry than scattered,” Bones said, the corners of his mouth twitching with good humor.
    Fancy decided she liked the older man. He wasn’t the least bit snooty as she would have expected.
    “Tell Feliks I want zakooska and vodka served in the drawing room.”
    “Yes, Your Highness.” The majordomo disappeared down the corridor.
    Fancy flicked a measuring glance around the reception foyer, which was larger than her dining room. The floor was marble, and a graceful staircase twisted to the upper floor.
    Stepan gestured toward the stairs. “Shall we?”
    Shades of blue with white trimming colored the second-floor drawing room. A Persian carpet covered the floor. Its blue, cream, and gold complemented the various hues of blue throughout the chamber. Oversized sofas and wingbacked chairs sat in small clusters, old friends gathering for a bit of gossip. A round oak table stood in the center of the drawing room, and upon it perched a huge vase of lilacs.
    “Did you grow those?”
    “We Russians believe lilacs are Heaven’s first gift of the year because they signify deliverance from a harsh winter.” Stepan led