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skirts to brush against his calves. He wanted to press forward and feel a little more of her, but he daren’t act so bold as to harm her reputation. He forced himself to step away and settled for watching her move from case to case. He’d have to be content with the fleeting touches he’d received thus far.
Finding something she liked, she nodded for the proprietor to join them and tapped her finger against the case, indicating another piece she wished to inspect. “This one, as well.”
The proprietor laid out his small strip of black velvet again and placed the two hair combs Genny had chosen atop it. One had two twisted sterling silver prongs; the top portion was done in an intricate floral pattern and it was no larger than the casing of his timepiece. The second was made of tortoiseshell with a French ivory cameo molded into the center and six tines spiked down from the center. The pieces were equally stunning. She’d chosen jewelry fit for a princess. Not surprising since she’d always been his princess, hence the moniker he had given her.
With his forefinger and thumb rubbing thoughtfully at his chin, he gazed down at her choices. Now that she’d picked them out—and done an exceptional job of it—he had to find another way to keep her in his company. Perhaps it would be best to remain undecided?
Sliding her selections to the side, he pointed out a few more pieces that caught his eye from the case. As the proprietor pulled each item out, Leo turned and faced Miss Camden.
“Would you be so kind as to try them in your hair?” Leo asked. “I daren’t make my purchase without seeing how they fare in conjunction with your beauty.”
She raised one dainty brow. “Flattery will do you no good, Lord Barrington. Besides, it would be a travesty to don any of these pieces with my hair not properly dressed.”
“Genny, you’re being dreadfully unhelpful.” Charlotte drummed her gloved fingers over the edge of the case beside her. “Lord Barrington has implored our help, and therefore we could do no less than he asks. It’s simple enough, really.”
Lady Charlotte stepped in front of him, nearly blocking his view of Miss Camden as she loosened the wide ivory silk bow tied beneath Genny’s chin. Genny said something under her breath that he could not make out. Probably berating his character. Why it brought a smile to his lips was anyone’s guess.
Genny looked discomfited and out of sorts once her bonnet was removed. With her gloved hand, she brushed loose strands of her chestnut-colored hair from her forehead and reached behind her to adjust hairpins in the simple bun she wore.
Wisps of hair had escaped the small braids that wrapped around and held the rest of her hair in a knot at the back of her head. Had she cut her hair over the years? Or did it still fall to the middle of her back? A memory so vivid of her riding him came to mind, the ends of her hair brushing his thighs as she arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face. He clearly recalled kissing, licking, and delivering love bites to her tender flesh as she leaned back in his arms in the throes of passion.
He swallowed tightly, hoping his gaze wasn’t as sexually charged as his thoughts.
Genny’s sharp eyes stared at him briefly, as though she’d seek retribution for his request. He didn’t mind a little tit for tat with her when her growl was far worse than her bite could ever be.
She leaned over the selection of hair picks and picked up the tortoiseshell one first—perhaps that one was her preference?—and brushed the long tines gently through her hair before sticking it into the base of the bun.
Her hands moved methodically and easily as though she’d done this a thousand times without the aid of a mirror or maid. The sight of her hands made him itch to peel off her gloves and press her bare hands against his chest. He wanted to feel the heat of her naked flesh seeping into his skin.
He craved her touch as much now as
Finding something she liked, she nodded for the proprietor to join them and tapped her finger against the case, indicating another piece she wished to inspect. “This one, as well.”
The proprietor laid out his small strip of black velvet again and placed the two hair combs Genny had chosen atop it. One had two twisted sterling silver prongs; the top portion was done in an intricate floral pattern and it was no larger than the casing of his timepiece. The second was made of tortoiseshell with a French ivory cameo molded into the center and six tines spiked down from the center. The pieces were equally stunning. She’d chosen jewelry fit for a princess. Not surprising since she’d always been his princess, hence the moniker he had given her.
With his forefinger and thumb rubbing thoughtfully at his chin, he gazed down at her choices. Now that she’d picked them out—and done an exceptional job of it—he had to find another way to keep her in his company. Perhaps it would be best to remain undecided?
Sliding her selections to the side, he pointed out a few more pieces that caught his eye from the case. As the proprietor pulled each item out, Leo turned and faced Miss Camden.
“Would you be so kind as to try them in your hair?” Leo asked. “I daren’t make my purchase without seeing how they fare in conjunction with your beauty.”
She raised one dainty brow. “Flattery will do you no good, Lord Barrington. Besides, it would be a travesty to don any of these pieces with my hair not properly dressed.”
“Genny, you’re being dreadfully unhelpful.” Charlotte drummed her gloved fingers over the edge of the case beside her. “Lord Barrington has implored our help, and therefore we could do no less than he asks. It’s simple enough, really.”
Lady Charlotte stepped in front of him, nearly blocking his view of Miss Camden as she loosened the wide ivory silk bow tied beneath Genny’s chin. Genny said something under her breath that he could not make out. Probably berating his character. Why it brought a smile to his lips was anyone’s guess.
Genny looked discomfited and out of sorts once her bonnet was removed. With her gloved hand, she brushed loose strands of her chestnut-colored hair from her forehead and reached behind her to adjust hairpins in the simple bun she wore.
Wisps of hair had escaped the small braids that wrapped around and held the rest of her hair in a knot at the back of her head. Had she cut her hair over the years? Or did it still fall to the middle of her back? A memory so vivid of her riding him came to mind, the ends of her hair brushing his thighs as she arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face. He clearly recalled kissing, licking, and delivering love bites to her tender flesh as she leaned back in his arms in the throes of passion.
He swallowed tightly, hoping his gaze wasn’t as sexually charged as his thoughts.
Genny’s sharp eyes stared at him briefly, as though she’d seek retribution for his request. He didn’t mind a little tit for tat with her when her growl was far worse than her bite could ever be.
She leaned over the selection of hair picks and picked up the tortoiseshell one first—perhaps that one was her preference?—and brushed the long tines gently through her hair before sticking it into the base of the bun.
Her hands moved methodically and easily as though she’d done this a thousand times without the aid of a mirror or maid. The sight of her hands made him itch to peel off her gloves and press her bare hands against his chest. He wanted to feel the heat of her naked flesh seeping into his skin.
He craved her touch as much now as
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