Man of War – Excerpt No. 162

Her eyes flowed down his bare chest, and lingered just between his legs. He guessed that given her vocation, the need for subtlety did not come up often. Her eyes widened, and she grinned. Her growing excitement was enough for Marc’s ears to burn hot.

“You scamp!” Émilie said. “All that talk about arousal last night and you’re stiff as a board.”

“Well… I need to pee…”

Blonde woman wearing a white slip eyeing the camera with a subtle smile on her face. Clothing and setting appropriate for 16th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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