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He wanted more of her. He wanted more than her mouth. He wanted her body, her soul. He wanted toconsumeher.

Her body awakened under his touch. She reached up and grabbed ahold of his shirt before her hands ran through his hair. Her movements were jerky at first, hesitant, but she found her rhythm quickly. David couldn’t help but picture her finding her rhythm fully underneath him.

Startled, he pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily.

“Well, I think you have successfully learned that lesson.” He stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I think we should call it an evening.”

Her eyes were dark with lust as she nodded absently. “Oh-h, alright. Yes. Right. I, um, I should go. Thank you, Your Grace.”

He saw her to the door and helped her into her coat. “I enjoyed our evening together, Jenny.”

She slowly blinked up to him, still in a daze. “I as well, Your Grace.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You can call me David, considering our arrangement.”

Jenny’s mouth formed the shape of an ‘O’, but she didn’t say anything. With a small pat on her backside, she was off, and David was left marveling how fast of a learner she was.

CHAPTER 8

“Thank you so much for coming with me, Jenny. Thomas absolutely abhors the opera.” Frannie turned to make sure Jenny got out of the carriage all right.

Jenny looped her arm through her sister-in-law’s as they walked up the steps of the opera house. “I’m sure he was overcome with grief at being away and not being able to accompany you this evening,” she joked.

Frannie laughed. “Something like that. If he had his way, he’d never set foot in an opera house again.”

“I believe it. The only art Thomas is interested in is how organized his ledgers are at the end of the day.” Jenny rolled her eyes at the thought of her straight-laced brother.

“You know your brother well,” Frannie quipped. “Regardless, I appreciate you coming with me. I’ve heard such wonderfulthings about this opera, and I’ve been begging Thomas to bring me here.”

Jenny smiled. “I’m more than happy to be here. Thomas has no idea what he’s missing.”

The two women made their way into the lobby. Jenny always loved coming to the opera. Aside from the ballroom, it was a place to see and be seen.

It was also the perfect place to put into practice some of the tips David gave her.

David.

She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too widely. Just thinking his Christian name gave her goosebumps. She still couldn’t believe he allowed her to call him by his given name. It felt so wrong… and so right. Much like their kiss.

The lights in the lobby dimmed.

Frannie touched Jenny’s arm, interrupting her reverie. “Why don’t we make our way to our box?”

Jenny nodded and followed her through the crowds. People were beginning to gather in front of the doors to the opera house, creating a mob that was trying to funnel through the doors. Jenny’s foot was stepped on in the chaos.

“Ow!” She tried hopping on her non-injured foot, but she ended up losing her balance and colliding with a wall.

No. Not a wall. A man. A very solid man.

She turned to offer her apologies, but her eyes landed on the emerald-green ones that had been haunting her days.

“Your Grace?”

A body knocked into her from behind, causing her to fall forward into David.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” Her hands rested on his chest, and she hesitated to move them. She rather liked the way his chest felt under her hands.

A not-so-subtle cough from behind her had her pulling away.

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