Page 65 of The Duke's Pet

“And a woman doesn’t?”

“No, not always.”

She released his cock and placed her hand on the center of his chest. His heart was slowing and his breaths calming.

“Sleep now,” he said, stroking her arm. “Sleep now, my love.”

My love.

His last words of the day also got tucked into her memory.

Chapter Fourteen

When Jemima woke, themoonlight had been replaced with sunlight. She was still locked in the duke’s arms and he was snoring softly.

She wriggled free and looked up at him. His stubble was apparent on his jawline and his long dark lashes cast small shadows on his face. His brow was soft, no worry lines, and his lips slightly parted.

But he must have sensed her moving for he pulled her closer and then cleared his throat. “You’re awake.”

“Yes.” She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. Did you?” she asked.

“The first very satisfactory sleep in a long time.”

“I am pleased.”

“Thanks to you.” He kissed her head.

A wave of self-satisfaction came over her. It was good that she’d pleased her duke.

“Did you dream?” he asked.

“Not that I remember.”

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