Page 20 of The Duke's Contract

“I want you to make your own choice, Breanne,” he told her seriously. Whatever happened next between the two of them, he didn’t want her to regret her choices.

He and Bre looked at one another. Both contemplating what her staying might mean for the two of them. After a beat, Bre leaned forward, took Henry's face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against his.

He allowed her to control the soft kiss, and despite the hardening of his cock, he kept things soft and sweet, knowing that was what she needed at that moment.

“I think I’ll stay,” she told him, breaking away.

He nodded, pulling her closer and expressing the passion he felt for her. He wasn’t entirely done with her yet.

Chapter Fourteen

The feel of Henry’s soft tongue between her thighs brought Bre out of the best sleep in her life as her body spasmed into a screaming orgasm. She wasn’t sure, but she believed that at this point, her orgasm count was in the double digits. After she decided to spend the night, Henry fucked her in every way imaginable bringing her immense pleasure.

“Fuck,” she breathed heavily as she came down from the high her body experienced. “Warn a girl,” she giggled as Henry took her lips in his. She felt his hard cock against her thigh and marveled that after last night, he still managed to get it up.

“You were too beautiful, laying there. I couldn’t help myself,” Henry told her as he rolled a condom onto his hard length and slid softly inside of her. Bre gasped at the intrusion, the space between her thighs sore from their midnight activities. “Be gentle,” she breathed.

“Don’t worry,” Henry reassured her as he slid softly in and out. The delicious friction built up slowly and Bre clenched against him as her body still fluttered from her previous orgasm. They locked eyes and the intensity of the moment washed over her body. In that moment, Bre knew no man would ever have her the way Henry did.

“Gods, you feel incredible,” Henry whispered as he thrust back and forth. The slow pace built. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, chasing the pleasure she knew he promised. His slow pace made her orgasm just out of reach, but she hesitated to tell him to move faster since she knew the type of damage Henry could do when egged on.

As if sensing her dilemma, Henry shifted his cock slightly, moving to hit her g-spot. Immediately, Bre saw stars. Her vision clouded, and she panted as her body shook in pleasure. As she orgasmed, Henry sped up the pace, taking his opportunity to chase his own satisfaction. His actions prolonged her own, and she was certain she would die from the feeling of it all.

They lay together panting in post-orgasmic bliss. Bre felt like she’d ran a marathon the way her muscles jellied.

“Christ,” Henry breathed out as he slid himself out of her. The friction made Bre hiss in pained pleasure. “You should stay over every night,” he breathed out, wiping away the tiny beads of sweat that peppered his forehead.

Bre giggled at his statement. Endorphins making her much more of an agreeable morning person than she usually was. “If you promise to wake me up with your tongue, I’ll be sure to stay,” she told him before kissing him seductively. Even with the soreness between her legs and the exhaustion in her limbs, something about Henry made Bre insatiable.

“You continue staring like that Ms. Reynolds, and I’ll be unable to account for my actions towards you,” Henry told her formally before pinching her nipple softly and taking her lips in his own.

Their kisses continued to grow heated until Bre straddled Henry the sheets falling down to her waist, giving him a seductive view of her breast and upper-body. “You have the most beautiful breasts,” he told her seductively as he ran his hands across her nipples. Bre moaned seductively as she leaned back to give him more access to her breasts.

“My God, it’s true,” a voice called from the doorway startling the couple out of their revere. Bre gasped in shock as she took in the sight of Priscilla, The Dowager-Duchess of Rochester, standing in the doorway of her son’s rooms.

“Mother!” Henry yelled bucking Bre off his waist and covering her with the comforter considering that Bre was too shocked to do it herself.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Henry cried out.

The Dowager Duchess did not turn her back despite the very naked picture the couple presented. Instead, she walked further into the room discretely closing the door behind her. Bre never felt so mortified in her entire life. Clothes and condoms littered the floor.

“I’d hoped that for once the magazines were mistaken, and you wouldn’t be as irresponsible as you normally are, but it seems I was incorrect,” Priscilla told them her expensive heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor.

“Mother, I will once more, what the bloody hell are you doing here?” Henry practically yelled his frustration, getting the better of him. Throwing a magazine on the bed, Priscilla informed the couple of her presence. “I’m here because of this.”

Picking up the magazine, Henry groaned running a hand through his hair in frustration. Bre could see why. It was bad. Really, really bad. On the cover, a picture of Henry entering the gallery event with Sienna cropped side-by-side of a photograph of Henry and Bre at the galleries back entrance.

“Twice as Nice: The Duke is Caught Coming and Going with Two Different Woman, they need to hire a better headline writer,” Henry said sarcasm lacing his voice as he threw the magazine on the ground. Bre felt mortified. She knew how the picture looked and what it implied. What made it more embarrassing was that the implications were not wrong. She and Henry did show up with other people, and they left together.

“The headline is hardly the problem,” Priscilla said taking in the sight before her with a look of disgust on her face. Bre clenched the blanket tighter to her chest, begging the Earth to somehow swallow her whole as she withered under Priscilla Rochester’s angry stare. “Ms. Reynolds, I’m sure if you check your cellular, you’ll discover several phone call attempts from Mr. Nash. Perhaps, it’s best if you get dressed and do your job, which I’m certain does not entail being naked with my son,” she spit out.

Blood rushed to Bre’s face as her embarrassment rose. If she weren’t naked, she’d have scurried out of the room moments ago. Parents did not usually intimidate Bre, but then again, no one ever walked in on her about to ride their son to orgasmic bliss.

“Leave, ” Henry said his tone bordering on rude.

“Henry, it’s fine,” Bre tried to say, not wanting to cause more of an issue. Both parties ignored her.

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