Page 81 of Duke of Seduction

“Remember my request from our last night together?”

For a moment she felt Morgan tense, but before she could ask, his body relaxed into hers, and he worked to free her other nipple.

“You want to give me your maidenhood?” he asked, beginning his worship of her right breast.

“Helena’s cheeks stained red at his blunt question, but her body was experiencing too much pleasure from Morgan’s wandering mouth to care.

“Yes,” she breathed.

With a sudden harsh tug on her skirts that made her back arch and her breath shudder with excitement, Morgan let out a sound of agreement and buried his head between her legs.

“Very well, little one,” he murmured in a muffled voice.

Helena moaned and shuddered as his tongue licked slowly across her heated, moist petals. He chuckled darkly as his hands clasped tightly around her thighs, and just before he unleashed his pent-up need upon her, he added, “as you wish.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

“That wasnotwhat I meant,” Helena muttered under her breath as she led Morgan towards Ambrose’s study.

Morgan gave her a devilish smile. “I am keeping my word. Your treasure shall be mine.”

Helena’s face twisted into an adorable snarl that nearly made Morgan explode with happiness. Technically, he was still keeping his word. He was going to be her first. But they were also going to wait until they were married. They had taken deep, extraordinary steps together in their unorthodox discovery into her desires, but this step could wait just until they joined as man and wife.

“You seemed to have no problem with what I did to you instead,” Morgan teased.

“Yes, well, I thought that was to be my warm-up, not my finale,” she muttered unhappily.

This time Morgan could not hold back his laugh, and the sound boomed from his chest as he stopped in the hallway and pulled her into his arms. Helena smirked at him in defiance before she gave in and sealed her lips with his in a long kiss. With difficulty, Morgan reined in his desire to pull Helena into the nearest empty room, and they withdrew from one another.

“It was still a trick,” Helena sighed, going right back to the argument.

“It was clever word play,” Morgan retorted, continuing their walk again. “It is not my fault you did not notice.”

“You were distracting me,” Helena said with a soft laugh, pushing at his shoulder.

“And I will gladly distract you as many times as you wish until our wedding night,” he replied wickedly, winking.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Damn you, but I do,” Helena laughed again as they stopped before Ambrose’s door.

“Very well, you silver-tongued devil,” she went on with a sigh. “We shall wait. Now go, talk to Ambrose.”

“We shall call for you when we are done speaking,” Morgan promised her, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Though all three of them knew exactly why Morgan was there and what he would be asking Ambrose, he wanted a moment alone with his friend. Though he did not realize it until he fell in love with Helena, Morgan believed there were some traditions he wanted to maintain.

Morgan waited until Helena had gone from the hallway before he took a steadying breath and opened the door to Ambrose’s office. As usual, he found his brother behind his desk. Only this time, Ambrose was not buried face first in paperwork or records, but instead was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, his feet propped on top of his desk.

“Oh, come now,” Morgan huffed, waving a hand at him. “This look does not become you.”

Ambrose’s brows furrowed for a moment, but then rolled his eyes and shifted out of his relaxed pose and into his usual one.

“No, it does not,” Ambrose muttered. “I was trying to be more…casual.”

Morgan raised an amused brow.

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