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She even gave him a once-over, her gaze stopping blatantly on his crotch.

Elliot stared at her in disbelief before bursting into laughter, drawing a few glances their way.

Katherine smirked subtly.

She had never seen him laugh like that before—he looked so damn sexy without that usual grumpy, superior air.

So, the ice man actually had a sense of humor sometimes. Elliot coughed a little, regaining control of himself.

She was so unpredictable, like a breath of fresh air in his life, filled with secrets and fears. She had no idea how, day by day, she was slipping further away from the role of Rossella.

The real Duchess had been prissy, full of insecurities, rigid—not like this new Duchess, who had him completely captivated with her sensuality and spirit.

He wanted to tell her he was dying to make love to her like never before, but the shadow of what had happened yesterday still loomed over him.

What if he lost control with her again? What if he hurt her… and was discovered?

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