Page 29 of The Duke's Vice

Beatrice’s eyes rounded as she licked her lips. His words made her feel dizzy. She shook her head in agreement, unaware of what that could possibly mean. She just knew that he seemed pleased with her and that was all she wanted in this moment. Well, that and another kiss.

Her eyes drifted down to his lips, plump from their kiss. She would agree to much more than just her compliance if it meant he would kiss her again.

“Without question.” He added.

His clarification cleared some of the blissful fog that had infiltrated her mind.

“Without question?” Her unused voice squeaked.

It was Graham’s turn to just stand there and nod his head. Every so slowly he lifted his head up and down. The stubbornness she inherited from her mother clawed from deep within, pushing her to fight against his command. She was not some pliant young woman. She had ideas and intentions and no man was going to stand in her way.

Her eyes dropped back to his wet lips and that stubborn little voice was squashed by desire.

She bit her lip and shook her head, secretly hoping that her compliance would award her another kiss.

Graham dipped his head. “Good girl.”

Gooseflesh erupted across her skin and once again her legs squeezed together hoping to relieve the growing tension that brewed between them.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “I need you to say the words, Beatrice.”

This blasted man!

Beatrice whimpered. She began to feel overcome by sensations. Her clothes felt too tight, the air too thick, his presence, too overwhelming, his scent, too intoxicating.

She closed her eyes to calm her senses.

“Open your eyes, little mouse. I want to look in your eyes as you agree.”

Beatrice opened her eyes at his direction.

“I will do as you say without question.” She surprised herself with how stable her voice sounded considering her insides were shaking like leaves on a tree during a storm.

He raised an eyebrow.

Confused she tilted her head until his meaning dawned on her. She cleared her throat. “I, uh, will do everything you say… like a good girl.”

Pleasure and desire flashed in Graham’s eyes.

He took her head in his hands, tilting it to take her mouth at a delicious angle. He pushed her back against the door once more. Her hands came up and held onto his bare arms as his tongue pushed into her mouth.

Feeling his muscles flex under her touch caused her hips to instinctually push against him. The world melted away around her as her body molded against his hard, lean one.

His mouthed moved down her throat and left a trail of heat in its wake. Beatrice whimpered against his assault, her mind at war between wanting his kiss on her lips or for him to continue on his journey south. Her core was clenching, needing attention and the idea of him moving down her body had her raising up on her tiptoes to help him move faster.

She could feel a smile warm his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on her décolletage before fully standing. Her eyes opened up in confusion.

“What… why did you stop?”

Graham righted her cloak with a wolfish grin on his face.

“Think of that as us signing our contract.”

Beatrice stared up at him with longing. “But there is nothing stopping us from starting now.”

Graham let out a small chuckle. “You are ever the eager one, aren’t you?” He walked over to his desk and flipped open a book.

Beatrice remained leaning against the door, her fingertips touching her still tingling lips.

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