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Resting on his elbows, he grinned down on her. “What a wanton I am going to have for a wife.”
“Would you want any other kind?”
“I want you to be no different than you are. I love you, Aslyn. Every inch, inside and out.” He began rocking his hips, slowly, provocatively, his eyes never leaving hers, his gaze challenging her to reach again for the fulfillment he was determined to deliver once more.
And she did reach, meeting his thrusts, skimming her hands over his back and shoulders, squeezing his backside, digging her fingers into undulating muscles. Their movements quickened, their breaths following suit. Faster, harder, until they were both crying out, until locked in a tight embrace, they found their way back to each other.
Chapter 26
You’re a bloody duke?” Aiden asked.
His family, along with Aslyn, were gathered in what served as his mum’s parlor. His mum had insisted he tell his siblings the truth of his parentage. His secret would be safe with them, and she felt it important that they know.
“No. My father is a duke, which you knew. Legally I’m his heir, but as I explained, it’s too complicated to see the matter righted.”
“Do we have to bow to you, then?” Finn asked.
“Don’t be daft.”
“So you’ll be marrying Lady Aslyn,” Aiden said.
“You may just call me Aslyn,” she said.
“But even if you marry him, you’ll still be a lady, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, but not among family.”
“The duke can’t be too happy about gaining a family of bastards,” Beast said. “There will be scandal galore among the toffs.”
“Could be fun,” Finn said.
“You’ll all behave,” Mick admonished. “They’ll be welcoming you into their home.”
“How did Lord Kipwick take all this?” Fancy asked.
“As uneasily as the rest of us, but he’s still the heir apparent.”
“He hasn’t been to my club,” Aiden said. “Nor have I heard rumors of him getting into trouble elsewhere.”
“He’s promised not to do any wagering,” Aslyn said. “He knows he’s very lucky not to have lost everything.”
“Promises can be broken,” Aiden said, rubbing his thumb over his fingers. “When Lady Luck starts whispering in your ear . . .”
“How fortunate he will be, then, to have a brother-by-marriage with the experience to know when he’s letting things get out of hand,” Aslyn said sweetly.
“I’m not his keeper.”
“But still you’ll keep watch,” Mick said pointedly.
Aiden shrugged, studied his nails. “I suppose no harm in doing so.”
“It’s going to be the grandest wedding,” Fancy said. “I can’t believe that during the wedding breakfast we’re going to be in a grand salon overflowing with aristocrats.”
“Not me,” Gillie said. “Love you, Mick, and I like you well enough, Aslyn, but posh places aren’t for me.”
“Gillie!” Fancy lamented. “We’ll get you a lovely gown and put flowers in your hair.”
“Flowers in my hair? No, thank you! I’m not a bloody garden.”
