Page 15 of Alone with the Beastly Duke
“Why have you come today? Did we not see each other just three days ago?” Axel asked.
Instead of answering Axel’s question, however, the woman took the opportunity to break her hands free from his grasp before pouncing on him again, kissing him with animalistic fervor. Axel pushed her off him, and this time, he ensured that there was a considerable amount of distance between them.
“I simply cannot keep my hands off of you, Your Grace,” she said. “You know that already.”
“I know,” Axel nodded. “Now, why are you here?”
She shrugged. “I am here because I wished to see you again. Because I wish to run my hands through your hair and scratch your back with my nails when I am lost in the throes of our passion.”
Axel could not help but smile. Dorothy had a way with words.
“We only meet at specific times, and you know that already, Dorothy,” Axel said. “We cannot afford to get caught by your husband or anyone in the Ton, in fact.”
Dorothy rolled her eyes.
“You know my husband does not give a care in the world about what I do. The Marquess derives his own pleasure from several women in the Ton, so why can I not get mine?” she asked. “Moreover, he left town just today.”
“What if someone in the Ton sees you? It would land in the gossip columns, and I, an unpopular person, would only become even more hated,” he argued.
Dorothy closed the distance between them and stood before him, maintaining eye contact.
“But you do not care what the Ton thinks, do you?” Dorothy said.
Axel shook his head. “I simply do not. But I care that you do not get in trouble with your husband, and your reputation is ruined.”
“I will not,” Dorothy replied.
She took several steps back and began to strip off her clothes.
Axel swallowed as he watched her. Soon enough, she had stripped entirely out of every item of clothing, and she stood before him, naked.
Axel’s eyes roamed over her body. Dorothy smiled and beckoned at him. Spellbound, Axel walked toward her, and they shared a kiss that spoke of the passion raging through them.
As Axel closed his eyes, and they kissed, however, Axel could still see, at the back of his mind, the petite woman he had met earlier. He could see her smile and her pretty mouth parting. And for a moment, Axel imagined that she was the one he was kissing. His loins immediately responded to his fantasy as his member rose and nodded in agreement.
“Hmmm!” Dorothy moaned, snaking her hand toward his shaft. She held the length of it and ran her hands over it.
Her cold hand felt good on his warm member, and he smiled, even as they kissed.
“I can tell that you have missed me too,” Dorothy said, “Tell me you have missed me.”
Axel knew she would not like his response, so he simply said nothing. Dorothy took her hands off his shaft and stepped back while she got him out of his clothing. She slowly lay on the bed, smiling seductively at him.
Axel went to bed after her, like he had done dozens of times when they had met in secrecy. However, as he pushed into her and heard her moan in his ears, he felt different. Something felt different. For some reason, he could not lose himself in the act like he used to. He no longer felt like he was riding a wave of pleasure. In fact, it felt like a routine.
“Axel, are you all right?” she asked.
“Dorothy, I am simply a little tired,” Axel lied.
The only person that preoccupied Axel’s mind as they kissed was the petite woman that he had met at the bookstore. To keep himself focused, Axel stared at Dorothy’s bosom. It worked as it took his mind off the woman for a moment. However, when he looked up from Dorothy’s bosom into her face, all he could see was the face of the bookshop woman.
He blinked rapidly until he could no longer see the woman’s face.
“Did something enter your eye?” Dorothy asked in concern.
“No, I just…I am simply not in the…” he said before he rolled off her.
They both lay there on the bed in silence and awkwardness. It was Dorothy who finally broke the silence.
