She didn't respond verbally to his words, but the small moan of protest was more than enough to tell him what she thought of him just altogether stopping. But of course he wasn't going to, because he kept touching her like that and if she knew her husband, Amaryllis knew that he was working himself up just as much as he was her.
Her fingers snapped off the clasp of his robes in one small movement and started dancing across the buttons of his work shirt, popping each one out of their hole with expert ease. Tearing him out of work clothes just happened to be a speciality of hers.
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