Page 68 of The Small-Town Seduction Plan

Duke wants me. The real me.

And that’s sexier than anything I could imagine.

Slowly, teasingly, I lift the wet hem of my blouse over my head, and toss it aside.

Duke groans.

I smile wider, unbuttoning my shorts, and wriggling out of them. The wet fabric hits the ground with a thud, and then I’m standing in front of him in just my wet silk lingerie.

“You like it?” I do a slow spin for him, loving the power thrumming through my bloodstream. I swear, I’m getting high off that crazed, awestruck look in his eyes. “I picked it out especially. I was hoping you’d be the one taking it off me tonight.”

Duke murmurs what sounds like a string of mumbled curses, and then he’s reaching for me again, pulling me into the cradle of his thick thighs, hands skimming over me as he buries his face between my breasts. “I told you, you’re killing me,” he says, squeezing my ass through the silk.

But I’m the one dying, as he kisses me through my bra, sucking my taut nipple into his mouth through the silk, nipping sharply enough to make me moan.

My legs buckle, and I sway against him. “Duke…” I breathe, my hands clutching his hair. “Please…”

He lifts his head away long enough to unfasten my bra clasp, and peel the wet fabric away; inching my panties over my thighs until they fall to the floor, too, and I’m finally naked.

“Perfect,” he looks up at me, sounding dazed. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I feel it, too. Watching the way he kisses every inch of my bare skin, running his mouth reverently over my body, making me shiver and sigh. It’s heaven. And when his hands finally slide between my legs, touching me, delving into my wetness, circling my clit with aching precision, so right?—

I come fast and sweet, gasping for him.

“That’s right, princess.” Duke drops a kiss on my hipbone, and then rises to his feet, setting me gently on the edge of the bed. “Get used to saying my name.”

He strips off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion, then tips me back on the bed. I lay there on the covers, reeling with delight. Did I win some kind of cosmic sex lottery?

Because this man is magnificent.

His body is incredible, muscular and broad, and as for his cock…

Duke smirks, watching my reaction as he rolls on a condom. I giggle. “Oh god, your ego is going to be insufferable now.”

“Just wait until I’ve made you come another half-dozen times.”

“Tonight?” I fake disbelief, even though with his record, I wouldn’t be surprised. “I like a man with dreams.”

Duke chuckles, leaning over me. “Plans, baby,” he corrects me, dropping a slow, sizzling kiss on my lips. “I told you, I’m going to give you everything you need.”

Then, before I can say a word, he flips me over, so I’m facedown in the sheets, and trails his fingertips lightly all the way down my spine.

Oh my god!

Sensation races through me, hot and wild. I writhe, gasping, as Duke leans over and covers my body with his. “Is this how you were, baby?” he asks, voice low and gravelly in my ear. “When you were getting yourself off to the thought of me. Is this how you like it?”

I moan, pressing my forehead into the pillows. “Yes,” I manage, arching back against him. “God, yes.”

Duke lifts my hips back, and notches himself at my entrance. “Show me,” he demands, covering one of my hands and steering it down my belly, between my thighs. “Show me what you need.”

His fingertips overlap with mine, coming to press against my clit at the same time as he thrusts inside me.

Fuck.

I wail into the pillows with pleasure. He’s big, god, stretching me open with a delicious friction that makes me beg for more. I can hear his fevered cursing, breath hot on the back of my neck, as he sinks deeper, all the way to the hilt. Filling me. Surrounding me. Driving me wild.

And then he starts to move.

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