He stretched out, putting an arm alongside the back of the couch. He scooted back enough so he could take all of her in. He would never not admire his work. To say he didn't have fantasies would make him a saint, and while he condemed the world for their ugliness, his own thoughts were not. Not to him.

He held her hand, his thumb rubbing those dainty fingers. "You tease them don't you?" Many men would want her. They would all fail at having her.