The Marquess Move by Valerie Bowman

Author:Valerie Bowman [Bowman, Valerie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: June Third Enterprises, LLC

Chapter Eighteen

Justin spent the better part of the morning just as he’d spent the remainder of the previous night…cursing himself. He wasn’t only a fool. He was a scoundrel. He was Madeline’s employer, for Christ’s sake. What in the world was he doing taking liberties with her in his sister’s bedchamber? He’d kissed her and then he’d fled like a coward. After tossing back several whiskeys that did nothing to relieve his guilt, he’d finally gone to bed where he’d tossed and turned until falling into a fitful slumber.

The few hours of sleep did little to improve his self-directed temper. He couldn’t delude himself that he’d gone to the second floor for any other reason than to find Madeline.

After telling himself all day yesterday that he would stay far away from her—that he would allow her to go about her duties as Eliza’s maid without any interference from him—he’d sought her out at the first opportunity. And then kissed her, of all dastardly things.

He may have expressed sincere regret for the part he’d played in the loss of her previous position, but now he owed her another apology. The worst part was, he didn’t even regret it. Not truly. He felt guilt, he wasn’t a monster, but that kiss had been like nothing he’d ever experienced. From the second he’d touched her, pure lust had shot through his body. Her innocent responsiveness made his blood pound unmercifully. Her encouraging smile. The way she bit her lip. He had been close to losing control. Too close. He’d wanted nothing more than to keep going. Move his hand down to her breast, pull up her skirts, toss her onto the bed and cover her with his rock-hard body. He wanted to do it again even now, mired in guilt and regret.

He was an unmitigated arse, taking advantage of his sister’s maid. She may have felt guilty for being sacked by Henrietta Hazelton for sneaking around and pretending to be a guest, but she’d never lied to him. He’d been the one to make assumptions about who she was. She’d never claimed to be a debutante.

What sort of libertine was he? If his mother knew what he’d done, she’d kick him out of his own house. And he’d deserve it. Perhaps he should go? He could bunk at Edgefield’s house or at his club. Only, he’d be forced to explain such a decision to his family and what the hell would he say? That he’d had to flee his own home because of an overwhelming attraction to his sister’s lady’s maid?

He was worse than a rutting stag. He needed a woman. It had been too long. Tonight, he would visit his favorite gaming hell and go home with a willing lady. That would solve his problem.

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