Page 32 of The Duchess' Replacement

She whimpered. She adjusted her body, needing more of him. She needed to feel him everywhere but in one place most particular.

Charles’s mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a line of fire in his wake. Sarah never felt so much passion in her life. She felt as if an inferno was churning within, fire radiated from her fingertips with every touch she placed on his skin.

With one hand still entwined in his hair, her other one reached down to her own collar, and pulled on it.

She could feel his smile against her neck. “So anxious for our punishment, are we?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Her breathless cry did nothing to motivate Charles to the next step.

He casually stood up and looked down at her.

Sarah opened her eyes. “What are you waiting for? I thought I needed to be punished.”

There was a part of her brain that was calling out for decorum. Unfortunately for her gentle upbringing, this part of her brain was decreasing the longer she was in his presence. She no longer cared who was in control, who had the upper hand, or who made the rules.

Something far older than her was telling her to let this man do what he will with her. This ancient voice told her this man was the secret to getting everything she ever wanted.

A wicked grin widened Charles’s lips.

“Oh, my fearless darling, you will be punished.”

Sarah’s pulse quickened and she had the good sense to be scared. She pulled her hands back and held them to her breast.

Charles noted the change in her demeanor. “Yes, my darling. You should be scared.” His voice dripping in seduction.

His hands reached down and gathered her skirts but he didn’t remove them, only pushed them up so he could reach a hand underneath.

Sarah’s back stiffened. Her cheeks flushed when he touched the most sensitive place on her body. Some of her stories mentioned men touching women there and she’s heard a few racy details from friends of hers, but she was never told about the absolute explosion one tiny touch could wreak on her body.

The tip of his finger touched her and her back arched as her head fell back. Her hands fell to the sides of her.

“You’re so wet for me.” Charles’s voice was like velvet settling over her skin.

He leaned down and covered her neck with hot open-mouthed kisses as his finger began to swirl around her.

A hand of Sarah’s gripped the desk while the other one reached up and grabbed Charles’s hair. Her hips added to the friction under her skirts by rising and falling against his ministrations. Warmth spread over her body.

Sarah mewled. Her collar was too tight, her clothing too restrictive, she needed more freedom to move against him.Blasted clothing!

She shifted her body to expel some of the growing tension deep within her core but it only added to the growing inferno within her.

She squeezed her eyes tighter, focusing all her attention to the circular motion of Charles’s finger. With each swirl, the fire grew and grew to the point Sarah was sure she was going to explode into tiny pieces.

Something was coming, her breath quickened. Moans escaped in between gasps for air.

“Yes!” She screamed. Whatever was coming she wanted it.

Charles removed his hand and the building sensation immediately stopped. Sarah to open her eyes in confusion.

“What…” she panted. “Why… why did you… stop?”

Charles brought his hand out from underneath her skirts. Slowly he brought his finger up to her mouth and coated her lips with her own wetness.

Horrified, Sarah leaned back. “What are you-”

Her question was stopped by his mouth. Instead of the attacking kiss she was used to, he was gentle. His tongue carefully licked hers, tasting her. He pulled away just enough to slip his tongue out from their mouths and lick her swollen lips.

“Mmmm.” His growl called to that ancient voice in her head. “You taste delicious.”

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