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246 pages, ebook
First published April 5, 2016
"I should learn my place ... "
"It's here, between my legs."
"God help me, I think it is ... my red fox ... my flame."
"I want you back. I want you as my lover, my right hand, my devious, lying, counterfeiting, entirely unprincipled fox … My valet … I want you blacking my boots, solving my problems, and sharing my bed … I want you to be that foolish, vulnerable creature, a servant who warms his master’s sheets, and only the two of us will know that I am not the master here."
"Do you think it is possible?"
"Most things are possible, if you look at them the right way."
"Quite right. I should learn my place."
"It's here, between my legs."
"God help me, I think it is."
"I want to take handfuls of that hair for myself, to follow it all the way down and find out if you are red all over. It is irresistible. You are irresistible."
“I will not be changed!” David shouted, then dropped his voice to a low, vicious hiss. “I am a valet, and a whore’s get, and a redheaded bastard, and if that is not good enough for you, then you may go to the devil, because I will not be reshaped to fit your whim. I’m better than that. I am very well as I am, and if you cannot lower yourself to fuck the man who cleans your boots, you may not have me.”
Because if David Cyprian had been asked to define his own particular hell, it would be night after night in Lord Richard's bedroom, night after night undressing him with murmured words and infinite care and then walking away to an empty room, again, alone.
"If things were otherwise, if you and I were on a level - But we are not, and that means it is wrong."
"Would it have been so impossible to put aside pride of place and demands of rank in the bedroom if you were so very fond of him? Why must you live on that damned superior pedestal?"