Mad Dog turned Modesty to face him. "Thou art a virgin?" "Find out." "I mean to." He had really shot himself in the foot this time. Modesty chewed on her bottom lip. "I suppose, as long as we are married, we might as well make the best of it. I suggest we get this business over with." "Will you shut up?" He pulled her against him. His fingertips traced both sides of her jaw; then he tilted her head up and kissed her lightly. "'Twill be easier next time." "That will be a comfort." "Her truculent tone annoyed him. A tough little wench, she was. "Wot is yewr given name? ‘Tis difficult to call yew Mad Dog in bed." "You may call me by any name you desire. I only require that you come when I call you."
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