The Duke's List by Stein Andrea K

Author:Stein, Andrea K.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Muirgen® Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Sidmouth leaned against the front of his desk and watched his duchess fidget. She still wore the “Beatrice” costume she’d had on when practicing her lines with Hawley. He stared at the laced bodice which, even with a fichu at the low neckline, left little to the imagination. He wondered if it had had the same effect on Hawley as it had on him.

He slowly retrieved her crumpled list from where he’d tucked it inside his waistcoat. And prayed to the God of Eros to not let him ruin this chance to make her see sense. And of course, if Eros could be so kind as allow him to do so without an embarrassing bulge in his riding buckskins, he would be grateful.

She’d taken a seat in the only comfortable chair in his study, and he imagined she squirmed a bit when he produced her “list.”

“This list of yours…” He tried for a businesslike tone. “I don’t understand how you mean for me to go about completing each of your requirements.”

In a flash, she stood and seized the crumpled paper from his hands before he could stop her and stuffed it into her bodice. She returned to her chair in a sedate manner and gazed up at him with an impudent tilt to her chin.

“I say, that was rude. Here I’m trying to be reasonable and meet you halfway on this nonsense and you…”

She interrupted his stilted speech by shaking her head and bolting for the door.

He stopped her by grabbing a trailing sleeve on her costume and dropping to his knees on the floor. “You’ve turned me into a groveling schoolboy. What else do you want? Can’t you at least stay long enough to hear me out?” He pulled her close and she stumbled into his arms. When he gathered her close, his hands locked around her knees, he buried his nose at the apex of her thighs and breathed deeply.

Although he was reluctantly trying to show her how he could comply with the first directive on her list, the warm scent of woman nearly undid him. Eros must be standing somewhere laughing since his cockstand was thriving with a mind of its own. He didn’t care.

His face and nose buried in her skirts, he pleaded his case with actions alone. He would, by Zeus, fulfill her requirements. Although Jane had yet to say a word, she moaned slightly. Sidmouth grinned, his face still buried in her skirts.

With a muffled voice, he launched into a speech he’d prepared, stringing together many of the lewd, naughty phrases he’d longed to say as a boy at Eton. “Your quim must drip with the nectar of peaches, the smell is so sweet. I want to lick your sex and suck up all the juices. And then I’m going to jut into you and Roger you with my prick until you beg me to stop.”

Jane sucked in a sharp breath and plucked at his sleeves to lever him to his feet. When he complied without a word, she dragged him to the front of his desk and silently lifted her skirts.

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