Her Virgin Duke by Nicola Davidson

Author:Nicola Davidson [Davidson, Nicola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicola Davidson

Ah, but she enjoyed tormenting herself.

Lying here in a sated daze after numerous orgasms. Stroking the brawny man resting on top of her like they were a longstanding couple, not a duke and a pleasure club madam stealing an hour from the relentless demands of their respective worlds.

Oh no.

Delilah turned her head in dismay as the clock in her parlor chimed faintly through the wall. Six o’clock. Far more than a stolen hour with Ben, but an entire afternoon of abdicating her responsibilities. She still had to bath and dress before supper, privately reprimand a footman caught eating in the theater, ensure the gaming hell had extra food and drink for a patron birthday celebration, then complete her daily inspection of the Temple rooms with each staff member in charge.

Botheration. Today had been glorious, from the shopping in Cheapside to the lustiest, most satisfying bedding she’d ever experienced with a man. But now, like all good things, it had to come to an end.

“Ben,” she said softly, tapping his shoulder.

“Mmmm?” he replied, kissing her neck.

Delilah choked back a moan. She’d been so enthralled by this no longer virginal duke, that although her nipples and clitoris were sensitive to touch and her pussy ached from being taken so hard by his large cock, she wanted more. And that was dangerous. Not only did she have tasks to complete, but under no circumstances could she become attached to this man. They did not have a future, no matter how much her body—or her heart—might wish it so. Ben was a duke who wanted to wed one of those well-mannered young ladies from an acceptable family, and even once she’d sold the Temple, she would never be that.

Nor did she have any desire to be a married man’s mistress. Perhaps a selfish and shockingly unworldly stance for a pleasure club madam, but she refused to share a lover with someone else, even if there were tender feelings involved.

“Ben,” she repeated.

“Just a few more minutes. Then I’ll be ready to fuck you again.”

Her lips twitched. “I don’t doubt that, but I’m afraid I must rise and get dressed. My Temple guests expect to see me this evening.”

The duke went rigid and rolled off her, before swinging his legs over the other side of the bed. “Of course. Forgive me. I should depart also, before my staff report a missing duke.”

Her heart hurt at the sudden distance between them. She wanted to embrace Ben, kiss those broad shoulders and press her breasts against his warm back. But cool reality had settled in, and instead, Delilah rose from the bed and stumbled over to the hearth. First, she removed the brandy sponge and threw it into the crackling, snapping fire. Then she dipped her fingers into the half-full metal bucket that always hung over the hearth to test the temperature of the water, before washing herself with a bar of rose-scented soap and a soft flannel. She could feel Ben’s gaze on her, and when it

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