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He looked up and
saw her at the entrance as she took some empty platters
back to the kitchen. She met his gaze with her heated
one and ran her tongue over her full lips. Damn her, he
was even harder for her if that was possible. His blood
pounded for her. Marcus met the knowing look that Hugh
gave him and tried to scowl at him, but failed.
His gaze kept down
until he was back under some semblance of control he
finished his meal. Well that course. Dessert had not
been served yet. As soon as it was safe for him to
stand he rose and made his excuses. Everyone accepted
them although they all knew exactly where he was going
and why.
Marcus strode into
the kitchen and to the amazement and astonishment of
all-present, yanked Kit into his arms. Kissed her
thoroughly, possessively and ferociously before he
tossed her over his shoulder. Long legs strode them out
of the kitchens. He made his way to the stairs where
all of his knights, vassals and other castle members
were watching with avid expressions.
They all knew what
was going on and gave whistles and jeers to encourage
him. Bowing to them all he smacked Kit on her perfectly
rounded derriere and said, “Good night men. Mother.”
Then he took the stairs two at a time as the raucous
laughter followed them both. He had finally staked his
claim and the whole castle knew it.
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