“Well… I need to pee…”
Marc got up, ignoring the cold from the boards radiating through his feet. He quickly scanned the room and found all he needed to relieve himself.
“Friendly advice, my lord,” Émilie said in a teasing tone. “Erections must always be attributed to the half-naked woman in the room.”
“Will…” Marc stopped talking long enough to get a stream going, “…take that under advisement, mademoiselle.”
He was normally more discrete but the push against his bladder could not tolerate a further delay. I hope she doesn’t mind.
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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