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Thomas smiles against her neck, trailing kisses until he reaches her ear. He wraps his arms around her waist, drawing Greta back against him. "Am I? Well, I'm happy to be helpful, you know. You've given me a wonderful education, you know."

He kisses the spot just beneath Greta's ear as her fingers push through his hair. God, but her touch is always wonderful. "You know, Edwardians and Victorians aren't particularly known for our bold choices," he teases her, if only because he knows she might roll her eyes. It also isn't entirely true.

His hands slide down her sides, following the curve of her waist to the swell of her hips. His fingers brush along the top of her trousers until he finds the button and zipper.