“I’ve given over assassinations for the time being.”
“Suit yourself.” He began shifting her up his body, licking down to her breasts and stomach. She tastes like peaches, too.
“Although I might have agreed to train a friend. We will have to return to London occasionally.”
“If we must.” He delved lower, and her voice stuttered as her breathing altered. Then he realized what she’d just said. He lifted her back down to sit on his chest. “Train? Train who?”
“Miss Pagril.”
“What!”
“She’ll need it more than most.”
“She’s only a wee lass.”
“Exactly.”
“Weel.” He paused to consider. He supposed it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the young miss had some skill in sneaking about. “I see your point. But could we leave Miss Pagril out of matters for the moment?” His tone was plaintive.
She laughed, wriggled off him, and jumped out of bed, pulling the long, filmy gown over her head.
“Come along, then. I believe there was mention of testing the efficaciousness of kneeling, beards, and tongues.”
She was perfect, and she was waiting for him. So, Gavin went and knelt, presenting the beard and the tongue in equal measure for her assessment.
Preshea was very exacting, and she did get prickled. Later, much later, he did go find a cooling cloth. At which point she said sleepily that she didn’t mind. And wondered if she would like Scotland.
Gavin told her she would love it. For Scotland, being both ruthless and beautiful, appreciated both in others.
She gave a tiny sigh and curled against him. “I do love you. It’s a most peculiar sensation. Not unlike the beard. A great deal of pleasure is to be had, but I know it will likely hurt in the end.”
“Look at it from my perspective,” he teased.
“I did. That’s why I stayed away so long. Then I decided it was unfair. I wasn’t allowing you your choice.”
“Wise lass. I intend to be particularly good at loving you.”
And he was.
And Preshea learned to be quite good at loving him, in due time.
And Gavin never again forgot to shave of an evening.
Author’s Note
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Want More Gail Carriger?
You’ve just read a stand-alone story set in the Parasol Protectorate universe. Characters cross between most of my scribbles. You could play a rousing game of Where’s Lord Akeldama? I hope you enjoy them all!
Other stories set in this universe are...
The Delightfully Deadly series: stand-alone romance novellas
(proper, stealthy lady assassins)
The Finishing School series: 4 young adult novels beginning with Etiquette & Espionage (spies, girl power, and flying food)
The Parasol Protectorate series: 5 novels beginning with Soulless
(adventure, romance, silly hats)
The Custard Protocol series: spin-off, begins with Prudence
(world travel, romance, stolen tea)
The Curious Case of the Werewolf That Wasn’t:
a short story set in steampunk Regency Egypt
(featuring one sexy and rather unpleasant Italian)
Gail’s Other Works
Marine Biology: an LGBT shifter comedy romance short story
(with geeky werewolves and hot mermen)
Fairy Debt : a YA comedy girl power short story
(with dragons and cupcakes)
My Sister’s Song: a high fantasy historical short story
(warrior woman takes on a Roman legion alone)
About the Writerbeast
New York Times bestselling author Gail Carriger writes to cope with being raised in obscurity by an expatriate Brit and an incurable curmudgeon. She escaped small-town life and inadvertently acquired several degrees in higher learning, a fondness for cephalopods, and a chronic tea habit. She then traveled the historic cities of Europe, subsisting entirely on biscuits secreted in her handbag. She resides in the Colonies, surrounded by fantastic shoes, where she insists on tea imported from London.
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