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She kept her own hands on the chest of the duke, wishing that he did not have a shirt on still, but there was no time now to stop to remove it. She had all that she wanted, and there would be other opportunities to completely undress the duke.

Margaret used the leverage of her knees pressed against the seat of the chair with the combination of her hands on the chest of the duke and his hands on her sides. She pushed herself up, the duke sliding out until only his tip was inside of her, and then Margaret let herself slowly back down, his erect staff pushing up inside of her again.

The duke let out a low guttural moan as Margaret pleasured him as much as he was pleasuring her. In her mind, she would move up and down slowly, taking her time to bring the duke to orgasm (herself too) before letting him finally unleash within. But, her body and emotions did not comply.

It was as if the revelation about the tea had set her free. Instead of starting slow and building in speed, she let herself go and pumped herself up and down on the duke as quickly as she could. He was thrust up inside of her again and again. She smacked her rear down on his thighs, making a satisfying clap each time.

She wanted to slow down, but she was not in control of herself anymore. All she wanted now was the seed of the duke to be spilled inside. Margaret brought her lips to the duke’s, knowing that he was about to climax—she could see it in her eyes. If she slowed and gave herself more time, she would climax too, but she did not care about her own satisfaction now. No, the ejaculation would be satisfaction enough.

Is this it?thought Margaret.Is this the moment I finally get pregnant? She did not know what would come next, but she felt that this would be the moment.

She pressed her lips hard to the duke’s, stifling the moans that were escaping his mouth. And then came the familiar shudder. She knew his signs now—the way his moans changed, the urgency that would often appear, and the shudder before he lost control of his body.

Margaret wrapped her arms around the duke’s neck and pressed her breasts to his face, smothering him, and further subduing his moans, her fleshy breasts like pillows.

The duke thrust up his groin, pushing himself up as far as he could as Margaret continued to bounce up and down on his lap. Margaret continued to move up and down as the duke started to spurt into her. She could feel the warmth of his seed fill her up.

“Yes!” she gasped, not caring who might hear them.

More moans came from the duke, half-silenced by Margaret’s breasts. The duke took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it.

Margaret flopped down onto the duke’s lap, still holding herself tight to his face. Arthur led out one final moan and his body vibrated, his prick pulsing once more to unleash the remainder of what had been bottled up inside.

He breathed heavily, his warm breath filling her bosom. Margaret took deep breaths too, excited by the warmth that filled her. She finally pulled her breasts away from the duke, revealing his red face. She leaned down and kissed him again. Together, they smiled.

“I know this can be frustrating, and I hope you don’t mind me saying, but the trying is very enjoyable,” said the duke.

“I don’t mind you saying that one bit,” said Margaret. She could feel her body trying to tell her something. It felt different this time. She leaned down and kissed the duke once more before she said, “I think this is the one. I think I am going to be with child soon.”

CHAPTER28

A Surprising Letter

Margaret sat at breakfast and looked over at the duke as he took his breakfast with the newspaper. The way he sat, the delicate bites he took of the toast, the flick he did with the newspaper to straighten it out—it all painted a picture of a man who… she did not know what it meant. But, she continued to like more and more about the man.

Perhaps she was even contemplating having more with the duke than what they already had—what they had agreed upon.

The butler moved around the room, setting everything just so. He had not looked Margaret in the eye since she had come down to the dining room. None of the staff had. She still did not know what she was going to do about them. She was angry, but she still valued them.

Margaret picked up her crumpet and dolloped some clotted cream on the jam she had already spread. It felt like that sort of a day. She stared across at the duke once more as she took a bite of the buttery baked good.

She hoped that Victoria had been telling her the truth. She really did want to be the one to bring happiness to the duke, but she was also not sure that it mattered. If they were telling the truth, then he had been unhappy for his entire life.

His aunt had not been able to bring him happiness, and Arthur was close to Parker, but that had not brought him real happiness either. Margaret was not so arrogant to imagine that she was going to solve a lifetime of pain for the duke. Perhaps she could soothe his hurt heart for a little while, but she could not take years of pain from him.

And, that brought her back to the scenario that had been in the back of her mind since the beginning. Only now, it was more disturbing. The duke would separate with her as soon as she was with child, and she had been hasty in making love to him yesterday. If she had drawn it out a little, perhaps she could have enjoyed the duke for longer.

“My dear,” started Margaret. “Do you think that we could do something together today?” For the past few weeks, she had found herself unable to go for very long without the duke. Soon, she would have to go without him forever. But, she could at least keep some ties with him if she had a child with the duke and she remained in the residence.

“What would you like to do?” asked Arthur, putting down his newspaper.

That only reminded her of her father if only to contrast the man with her husband. Her father could not be disturbed when reading his newspaper, and Margaret would be punished if he was. Not only her but anyone who disturbed him when he wanted some peace and quiet. The duke was not like that.

“Will you surprise me?” asked Margaret.

The duke thought about it for a moment before a smile came to his face. “Yes, I believe that I will. Leave it with me, but make sure you are free this afternoon.”

“I will,” said Margaret.

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