Page 27 of Good Duke Gone Cold

Her head rested against his chest and she tilted up. Although fairly certain he was playing the fool, she needed to make sure he understood, “I trust you understand my meaning?”

“I’m up to date on my Shakespeare.” His hand was on the small of her back and was making slow circles.

“This should prove interesting.”

She wavered in her resolve. She wanted him fully, but she also wanted to be true to herself. She had always been true to herself and her past, and now she was learning how to be true to her future.

“I can work with these rules. Is there anything else?”

She shook her head against his chest. She could feel the tingles in her body, little fireworks going off in places she was just discovering existed. Her thighs were on fire, and the ache was throbbing.

She nuzzled her nose into his neck and felt his muscles tighten. His hands grabbed her bottom and kneaded her open. She felt herself opening up to him.

His breath started coming out heavier and as he breathed her name, “Mary,” the air grew hot around them.

She couldn’t help her hands from exploring his body. He was dressed casually, lacking a jacket and necktie. She ran her hands up over his broad shoulders feeling his strength and drawing from him. Her fingers tumbled down into the small opening below his neck where she yearned to feel his bare skin.

He quickly unbuttoned his waist coat and slipped out of it and his shirt. In an instant he was bare chested and she stared at his adonis figure. Like one of the statues from the Royal Gallery, only warm, here, and for her taking.

He let her take her fill only briefly and then lunged for her. He grabbed her bottom and pulled her legs to straddle him. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he said as he sat them down on the settee with her legs still wrapped around him.

She felt like a goddess. Her nipples hardened as they rubbed against her nightgown, and they were pleading to be free and feel his bare chest. As if hearing their plea, he dipped his head and found one of her nipples with his mouth. His tongue dampened the cotton as he rolled her nipple with his tongue.

Mary moaned deeply. “That’s… you’re breaking the rule. No kissing.”

“Mmmhmmmm,” he disagreed. “You didn’t say no kissing. You said my lips couldn’t touch yours.” How his mind was able to recall that verbatim, and more so, still function enough to make a logical loophole to her rule, she had no clue. Nor did she have any desire or wherewithal to counter his point.

“True,” she managed amidst another moan.

His tongue lingered while his hand worked her other breast. When he stopped licking her she felt bereft and arched toward him.

“Hmmm… the lady wants me to do this side as well.” He bent to take the other nipple in his warm mouth. “Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he murmured.

She didn’t know what to do with herself. Her body was at his whim. Her hands were exploring and massaging as if she could take hold of his essence. “Gregory,” she pleaded.

Her calves were already bare to him as the fabric of her nightwear had risen to her thighs when they sat down together. He answered her by sliding his hands up her calves and behind her knees. She breathed into his ear, “Gregory.”

His body answered by gently pressing his arousal up between her thighs. The move caused friction between her drawers and her soaking wet cunny. She groaned into his ear.

His hands answered her by sliding up to her thighs, massaging her muscles and then brushing lightly up her hips. “Gregory.” She called to him again. She had no words to ask for what she wanted, but she knew he would accept her invitations.

His fingers found the slit in her drawers and with a tenderness she now knew she doubted he still had until this moment, his fingers slid between her folds.

“Mary, you’re so wet. How did this happen?” She could feel his smile against her neck as he breathed heavily into her.

“You.”

With that, all hell broke loose. Gregory opened his mouth and nipped at her neck, then sucked, then trailed his tongue up to her ear.

“I’m going to make you so wet that your cunny can ride me all night.”

She should have gasped in shock. She should have shoved herself off of him at those crass words. She should have slapped him.

Instead, as he slid his finger in and out of her, she begged him, “Show me, Gregory.”

Show mewere two of Gregory’s new favorite words.

Although he knew it would take all of his self-restraint not to dip his shaft inside of her, he was willing to take the risk. She was so wet all he could imagine was the feel of her sliding up and down his length. His left hand rushed to unbutton his trousers and his arousal bounded out.

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