A Duke Won't Do (Dueling for Dukes Book 1) by Jessie Clever

Author:Jessie Clever [Clever, Jessie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798986122090
Publisher: Someday Lady Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

He eased her away from him slowly, even as the urgency of his own release threatened the fly of his trousers. He’d send her back to bed and then take care of himself. There was nothing else to be done. He couldn’t…he couldn’t…he swallowed away the taste of despair.

“Gwendolyn.” His voice sounded scratchy, and he swallowed again. “Gwendolyn, you must return to your room now.”

She had been steady beneath his palms, but at his words, she swayed, turning to face him, confusion and, hell, hurt on her features.

“My…room? But…” Her eyes fell to his trousers, and he wondered just how much she knew about the love act.

He turned away before she could see the truth of his desire, pacing to the other side of the room until a smattering of discarded chairs stood between them. “Go to bed, Gwendolyn. You must be tired.” He kept his back to her as he sucked in a steadying breath, blowing it out slowly between his lips as he willed himself to calm.

She would be gone soon, and he could finish what her tempting body had started. He would think of her when he took himself in his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering how she had ground her hips against him, how her fingers had dug into him, of the pleading, whimpering sounds she made when he—

“No.” The word was so soft he almost missed it, but then she spoke again, firmer this time. “No.”

He spun about when the sound of footsteps reached him, her bare feet slapping madly against the floor as she strode over to him, her long hair flying behind her, and her face—damn if he didn’t harden even more at the determination he saw there.

For a moment, he pictured her hand wrapped around him, her slim, pale fingers stroking him from hilt to tip until she gained the courage to put her lips—

He grabbed the chair nearest him, pulling it directly in front of his body like a shield. “Gwendolyn, what are you—”

She bent and before he realized what she was about, she yanked the chair he’d been holding out from his grasp by tugging on the legs beneath the dust cloth. He was standing with said dust cloth in both of his hands, the chair tossed aside as his wife advanced. He wrapped the cloth around his fists several times, determined to hold on to the last remnants of his defense.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” she said. Her hair tangled about her shoulders, a reminder of what they had done, of the way he had pressed her against the wall, her body arching into his—

With a slap of her hand, the dust cloth was gone, and he tumbled backward in surprise, landing in a chair behind him. She was on him in an instant, the skirts of her nightrail snatched up into one hand as she launched herself atop him, straddling him as her free hand braced herself against the back of the chair.

He had no

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