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“Damn these things,” he muttered, shoving at his pants.

Within a second they were off.

He pulled her close again, folding to his knees as he did so. She went with him and found herself on her back on the hearthrug with the duke over her.

And like Eve in the Garden of Eden, she couldn’t resist what was on offer.

Chapter Fifteen

“Jemima,” he said, nudgingher legs apart and settling between them. “You’re going to have to trust me now.”

“I do trust you.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, the flesh there warm and smooth.

“More than ever.” His cock nudged her entrance.

She tensed; it felt so impossibly wide, and so hard too.

“A woman’s first time is never easy, but I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

“I believe you.”

He slipped his hand between their bodies and seemed to adjust the angle of his cock. “Now, are you ready?”

“Yes.” She drew up her knees, widening herself for him.

He groaned and caught her mouth in another kiss. As his tongue tangled with hers, he eased into her entrance.

She gasped around the kiss. Her heart was pounding. Would he even fit?

On and on he pushed, keeping up the pressure. She was damp, her arousal easing his way.

But then he stopped and it was as if something was blocking his way.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said.

“Oh, oh, I don’t think...”

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