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His words held warning, and Kate felt that anticipation rise, and a little bit of something else. Not fear per say, but alarm? While Anthony would never--ever--hurt her. He would have his revenge, and she knew that he would get it ten fold. "Anthony," she warned softly as he talk about the garment.

He moved her arms above her, and she shot him a warning glace. Then he kissed her, and like it had when he had first kissed her, it robbed her of thought. He had always done that too her. Stolen her wits, and charmed with with only a smile. And his kiss did so much more then a smile could.

It was not until she felt the fabric tighten that she realized she had been cornered, trapped, and maneuvered with that kiss! Breaking the kiss her face looked up to the binding, and she gasped. Looking slowly down to her husband's face she knew that this would be different then keeping him out of her dress. It left her open to him in a way that she had not been before. And she liked it, and hated it! Liked it because . . . well she liked it and couldn't explain it! and yet . . . she knew that he would use this to his advantage. Like this she could only feel. "Might I remind my beloved husband that I told him out to remove the garment?"