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“Kitten,” he murmured, then set his mouth over hers.

With her eyes wide she stared at him. He tasted of her, down there.

“What?” He pulled back a little and smiled.

“You just... and now...” She licked her upper lip.

“You can taste your own flavor?”

Her cheeks reddened—she knew they did, the blood rushed there the way it had to her ass earlier.

“And one day...” He kissed her again. “I’ll tastemyselfonyourtongue.”

Chapter Twelve

The duke kissed Jemimaas her heart rate settled. He was so in tune with her body, she was beginning to wonder if some of the big books in his study were about pleasing a woman.

She sagged against the door and was content for him to hold her up as he fed her kiss after kiss.

Eventually he pulled back. “Turn around.”

Without hesitating this time she did as he’d asked.

He pressed in close, his hands roaming her body as if he owned it.

He does.

Yet now it was about more than the money, it was about them, together, how they were as male and female. She wanted his adoring touch and his smiles. In this moment, far from it being alien to be with a man, with this man, the duke, it felt right.

But she’d still take the pheasants.

“It’s time to remove this.” He tugged on the tail.

Jemima nodded. She wanted it to be gone now, but at the same time she was nervous about the process.

“Try and ease the tension in your bottom,” he murmured by her ear.

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