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His eyebrows go up. “And that means you need to pace like an expectant father?”

I flush with embarrassment. “I’m worried about her, okay? She started almost screaming before she hung up the phone.”

Justin’s expression softens ever so slightly. “I’m sure she’llbe fine. Why don’t you tell me why you read romantic crap like this?”

He holds up the book I was trying to find earlier in the day. Oops, guess I left it in here.

“It’s not romantic crap. It’s a delicious Regency romance, and that duke is going to get his comeuppance.”

“He’s getting something,” Justin says dryly. “Ingrid… are you still a virgin?”

I flush beet red. I know because I can feel the heat sweeping over my cheeks. “What difference does that make?”

“I’m a little concerned that you think this is a realistic depiction of sex.”

I sniff and hold my nose up high. “Tell me something, Justin. When was the last time you had sex with a woman you were in love with?”

I hold my breath, waiting for him to answer. The little voice inside my head is frantically chanting,Please don’t say Margot, please don’t say Margot.

Justin frowns and purses his lips. “I can’t say as that’s ever happened. I’m far too busy to throw love into the mix.”

My heart breaks a little more for him, but that doesn’t stop me from crying out with vindication, “Ha! Then you don’t know what’s realistic about that any more than I do. You’re a love virgin, Justin Wilde.”

The look of astonishment that crosses his face is absolutely priceless. Until he contains himself once again. “Come here, Ingrid,” he orders peremptorily.

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Something wicked takes hold of me, overriding the voice in my head saying this is a really bad idea. But there’s something about Ingrid’s defiance, the sparkle in her eye that has me needing to tame her. To prove to her once and for all that she would be wise to pay more heed to my advice and actuallylisten.

That, and the little kiss from earlier hasn’t left my mind. There’s an urgency to my craving for another, deeper taste. And as she said, she’s not a teenager anymore. It’s still hard to see her as my wife, but I’m waking up to the fact that she’s a beautiful, sensual young woman.

Except I do have some scruples. I’m not going to sink into her and show her what it’s really all about. Just give her enough of a taste to prove my point. That, and I don’t have the energy to fuck her properly, assuming I had lost all sense of right and wrong. Which I haven’t, I don’t think. My body may still be weak, but my heart knows what a blessing this timewith her really is. And maybe this is something we both need, to fan that spark I saw in her eyes until it either bursts into flame or sputters out completely. She deserves to be treated with respect — and that includes acknowledging that she’s now an adult.

I draw Ingrid down onto the bed by one hand. She comes willingly, albeit biting her lip with princess-like pearly teeth. I know now that her hesitancy is more to do with inexperience than genuine reluctance.

Freeing her tortured lower lip with my thumb, I claim her mouth as gently as I can. Without an audience, there’s no need to keep it restrained, except Ingrid’s innocence is plain as day. But she doesn’t pull back as I half expect her to. After a brief moment of shock, her fingers twine through my hair to grip my scalp. She’s pliant in my arms as my tongue insistently tangles with hers. Her fingers spasm so gently I pull back to find her eyes glazed with pleasure. I bite down softly on her lower lip and her mouth immediately opens for me. But instead, I lightly suck her lip between mine, feeling her body begin to tremble against me. It’s intoxicating and my cock surges with need that will have to be denied. I slide one hand beneath the thin skirt of her dress. Ingrid stills, but my hand keeps moving upward. I’m waiting for her to firmly tell me no rather than guess at what her hesitancy might mean. There’s nothing to be gained by playing to her nerves. A moment later, she sighs into my mouth and opens her legs.

My growl of satisfaction doesn’t go unnoticed. Ingrid lifts one hand to pinch the back of my neck in admonishment. I chuckle even as my fingers slide her panties to one side. Even her skin is soft and innocent. But her pussy is wet and needy. She shifts more urgently against me as I sink one finger into her channel. She mumbles something unintelligible, so I free her lips so I can hear clearly.

“Ingrid?”

“More, I want more, Justin,” she moans but only after I ceased my onslaught to force the words out of her.

“Hmm. And what do I get if I give your greedy pussy another finger? Will you follow my orders like a good girl?”

Her eye roll tells me nothing in life is that easy. It was worth a try. “Then will you at least agree to stay inside and keep the doors locked until Margot is located?”

Ingrid hesitates and then gives a reluctant nod. I push a second finger into her narrow channel. It’s a tight fit. Her head shifts restlessly on the pillow next to me as I slowly pump my two fingers back and forth. Her hands have moved down to my shoulders but since we’re on our sides her right hand is curled around the base of my neck. For some reason, I like it there. My hand increases the pace, even as my thumb seeks and finds her hard little nub.

Her thighs clamp down on my hand when I rub it. “Relax, baby. You can take some more. Show me how grown up you are,” I murmur in her ear. Reluctantly and oh so slowly, her thighs loosen their grip. I wedge a third finger in her slick opening. Her moans are becoming more frantic, but the evil side of me wants everything from her. To be the first to claim her this way. I want, no, I need, to hear her soft cries and moans as she cums. I give her fast but shallow thrusts with my hand. She’s too tight to take all three fingers very deep, but I compensate by giving her throbbing little clit extra attention. I claim her mouth again even as I press down on her clit with my thumb. My fingers sink in just a fraction deeper and she shatters with a cry of surprise that makes me feel ten feet tall. I continue kissing her deeply, even as her pussy spasms endlessly on my fingers. When her inner muscles finally relax, I pull my hand from her body.

I make sure Ingrid is watching as I suck her juices from my fingers one by one. I admit, I was expecting her to be shocked and dismayed. Instead, her expression is intrigued. “Tasteyourself, Ingrid,” I order, pushing my third and as yet unlicked finger against her lips.

Slowly, her mouth opens and I slide it in. “Now suck,” I command. Hesitantly she does, even as her pale lashes descend on her cheeks. A blush heightens their color. She’s feeling out of her depth. Good.

Unfortunately for me, the hesitant licks and soft suction on my finger are about to send my jealous cock over the edge. It goes without saying I’ve had a hard-on since she attempted to argue with me, but this is a next level kind of torture. Reluctantly, I pull my finger from her hot little mouth. Ingrid sighs and buries her face against my neck. I nestle her more closely against me, stroking my hand gently down her back.

“You like it when I order you to do dirty things, don’t you, Ingrid?” I tease her gently, feeling myself slip into a new and more playful role with her. She stiffens in automatic response and then relaxes again.

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