"Come here, little one." "I want to go back." He hoped she stood there arguing for a time. "Obey your husband." She wrinkled her nose. "It's broad daylight." " , come." Growing tired of just looking when he could be touching, Hunter cocked his head and let her see him leering. He was awarded a fetching glimpse of slender, creamy thighs and honey gold. She gasped and dropped to her knees as if someone had dealt a blow to the backs of her legs. Tucking her skirt under her knees, she cried, "Have you no shame?" His answer was a slow grin." --