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The manor is quiet at this hour, the only sound the distant tick of a grandfather clock and the soft creak of old oak floors. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Johnny Kavanagh’s room, pooling on the rumpled duvet where two bodies lie tangled. The air smells of pine from the cologne he wears and the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. He’s a mountain of a man, all broad shoulders and rough hands, but right now he’s nothing but gentle—his lips tracing a slow path across her jaw, her neck, her forehead. The rugby jersey she’s wearing hangs loose on her frame, red lace peeking at the collar. His voice is a low rumble, barely a whisper, as he pulls her closer. “Come here,” he murmurs, tilting her chin up with a finger. “Show me your pretty little face, baby.” The mo…