Page 91 of Her Duke's Second Chance

“Oh no, Your Grace…this isyourtime. Enjoy it.”

She yielded to his touches and teasing with utter abandon. She freely expressed her moans and pleas, unembarrassed to be so ablaze with desire in his presence. Afterward, he carried her to the bed, spread her legs, and entered her in one fluid move.

It did not take long for her to climax, or for him to follow.

After they made love, he dried her off with a towel and wrapped her in his arms. She had wanted to stay like that forever.

She stopped short in front of the parlor doors. They had decided to end their hibernation and join Daisy for supper. It was the civilized thing to do.

She took a deep breath, knowing Robert was on the other side of the door. Although she had seen him only an hour ago, it felt like much longer. She was eager to set eyes on him again. She opened the door and beamed, but her face fell when she saw that the room was empty.

She turned and approached a footman who was standing in the corridor. “Excuse me, have you seen my sister or my husband?”

“They have not yet come down, Your Grace. Shall I fetch them for you?”

She shook her head. “No. I will wait here for them.”

“As you wish, Your Grace.”

How quickly her mood could change.

Robert finished dressing for dinner and then decided to go to his office to see if he had any urgent correspondence.

He had no doubt that his steward would have alerted him if there was anything that needed his immediate attention, but his steward did not open any mail labeled as private. His dealingswith Count Jacob were still in a very delicate phase. As such, he had been dealing with the matter himself.

He went down the backstairs and slipped into his study without seeing anyone. He rifled through the letters waiting for him on his desk. None demanded immediate attention except for one: a letter from his grandmother.

“Hmm, how strange,” he murmured to himself, and immediately broke the seal.

He assumed that something must be wrong if she was writing to him in London.

He raked over the letter with a frown on his forehead, which dissipated once he realized that nothing was wrong; his grandmother simply wanted to know why he was taking so long in the city. It was unlike him.

He laughed quietly to himself. How to tell his grandmother that he was inadvertently on his honeymoon? He knew she would be mystified.

When he initially decided to extend his stay in London, he had written to her to let her know, but he had not told her how long he expected to be away.

He could not blame her for worrying. He knew how much she hated the city. He sat down, picked up his pen, and drew a blankleaf of paper toward himself. He tapped his pen thoughtfully on the table, trying to think of the right words to pen.

He had found himself in a strange situation, and he was unable to explain it in a way that would make sense to someone else—even if that person was his grandmother.

After some careful thought, he dipped his pen into the inkwell and wrote:

Dear Grandmother,

Thank you for your letter and your concern. I should have been more conscious of your sensibilities and updated you on my progress here in London. The count and I are still very much in the thick of it. The chancellor is sympathetic to our cause, but there are still a lot of hurdles to overcome.

On the home front, the duchess and I are getting along well and enjoying each other’s company. I do not know when I will be returning to Emberford, but it shall certainly be before the autumn leaves begin to fall.

I trust you are keeping well.

Your loving grandson,

Robert

He read the letter through and nodded, satisfied with its contents.

Sealing it with his ring, he put it in the basket, ready to be mailed first thing in the morning.

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