Page 33 of Lucien's Gamble

His mouth dropped to her ear. “How about how ravishing you look in that riding habit? I want to ravish you right out of it. I’m sporting an impressive cockstand, Julienne, just from looking at you. I want to take you somewhere, lift up your skirts, and lick you until you scream. I want to put my fingers inside you and—”

“G-good h-heavens,” she sputtered, fanning her face with her hands. “Incorrigible rogue.”

Julienne stared at Lucien Remington and saw the wicked glint in his eyes. She narrowed her own.

Two could play his game.

Her mouth curved in a seductive smile, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “And while your hands are under my skirts, my wicked Lucien, I would have my hands down your trousers stroking that magnificent cock. You would be so enamored with the feel of my hands, you would lie back and allow me to have my way with you. I could take you into my mouth and suck you. Hard, the way you love it. My—”

“Damnation!” Lucien backed away from her as if she had burned him, the crest of his cheekbones flushed with desire.

Julienne grinned and turned to face his parents. “Would you care to join us for a picnic, Madam Remington? Your Grace?”

Amanda smiled. “My goodness, the heat that comes off you two could start a blaze.”

She flushed. Lucien was right. She was becoming a wanton.

“Don’t be embarrassed, dear,” Amanda said with a grin. “I’m aware Lucien proposed to you. He wouldn’t have done so if you were indifferent to one another.”

“Marriage?”barked the duke. “Does no one tell me anything?”

“She refused him,” Amanda explained.

“I should think so,” Magnus grumbled. “Fontaine is an excellent catch.”

Julienne blinked. “Lucien is a wonderful catch as well. Any woman would be lucky to have him.”

“Then why won’tyou?”the duke challenged.

“Yes, Julienne,” purred Lucien behind her. She spun to face him and found him leaning against the door jamb, with his arms crossed. “Why won’t you?”

“You know very well why!”

“I don’t,” Amanda said. “Tell me.”

Julienne lifted her chin. “He wants me for all the wrong reasons, and when he tires of me, he intends to dally as he pleases.”

“Hell and damnation, son.” His Grace roared with laughter. “Never tell a woman that before the vows are spoken.”

“Glass!” Amanda cried, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m ashamed of both of you.”

“She’d allow Fontaine to chase skirts,” Lucien said defensively, “but not me. It’s not fair.”

“That’s different,” returned Amanda and Julienne in unison.

“Indeed?” Lucien said with a quirk of his brow.

“Indeed?” joined the duke as he walked over to his son. “Explain yourselves.” The two almost identical men faced their women with identical arched brows.

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Men are so dense.” She pierced Magnus with a steely stare. “Would I allow you to dally, Glass?”

His face colored. “Hell, Amanda. You’d probably unman me.”

“And why is that?” she asked.

Julienne saw where the conversation was headed and rounded the settee. “This is entirely unnecessary. We were discussing a picnic and—”

“Hush, Julienne,” Lucien ordered. “I intend to hear this.”

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