Page 49 of Filthy Mogul

It couldn’t.

LUKE

I lay in bed, thinking back on our trip. I thought about the afternoon and how one thing quickly led to another—nothing was ever consistent with her, and I had a feeling it never would be. I was fascinated by her, with every part of her… from her hair to her eyes to her face and her lips.

Her mind.

Body.

Heart.

Which she so desperately tried to hide from me.

My phone dinged with a text, and I reached over to my nightstand. I didn’t have to wonder who it was, making me immediately smile when I saw her name. I swiped it over.

Duchess

Hi.

Luke

Hi back.

Duchess

What are you doing?

Luke

Lying in bed, thinking of you.

Duchess

That was about the cheesiest thing you could reply. Do I get a poem next?

Luke

I’m not much for poetry.

Duchess

Try me.

Luke

Roses are red, violets are blue, you’re so beautiful, and I can’t wait for you to sit your pussy on my face.

Duchess

Shakespeare ain’t got shit on you.

Luke

I wrote it just for you.

Duchess

Tell me something nobody knows about you.

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