Page 109 of Dukes for Dessert

Typically, Juno would be filled with an excited anticipation. However, she found herself feeling sad about leaving Dare. She was only disappointed because she was used to her liaisons lasting longer than a few days. This time with Dare would be abbreviated—the party was only two more days—which was a pity since he was the finest lover she’d ever known.

She looked over at him, dozing next to her in the bed. He’d stolen in through the dressing chamber as he’d done the night before. They hadn’t discussed it, but they’d known it would happen. All during dinner—where they’d sat next to each other again thanks to their matchmaking hostess—there’d been an undercurrent of desire swirling between them. She’d barely kept herself from touching him. In fact, she’d managed to stroke his thigh a few times during the meal. He’d done the same with her.

There was no sweeter torture or richer anticipation than a secret affair.

She turned and snuggled back against his side, closing her eyes. Tomorrow, they were going to play chess. And perhaps find a cupboard to shag in.

“Mmm.” He growled against her nape, his arm coming around her and cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple, drawing a low moan from her throat.

“Shouldn’t we sleep?” she asked, even as desire pulsed between her legs.

“Wasn’t I just sleeping?” He played with her breast as his cock hardened against her backside.

“I wasn’t.” She sighed as he trailed his hand down her abdomen. He stroked her clitoris, tracing languorous strokes along her flesh as he teased her arousal into a flame of need.

“Should I let you?” He kissed along her neck and shoulder, nipping her flesh.

“Not now.” She lifted her knee forward on the mattress, exposing her sex to him in invitation.

“I see. What if I insisted?” He caressed her hip and then her backside, his fingertips sliding down her cleft.

She pressed back, seeking his touch, needing him inside her. “You’re being a terrible tease.”

“Yes.” He stroked her flesh, everywhere but the place she wanted him.

“Are you going to put yourself inside me or not?” Frustration began to war with her desire.

“Like this?” He speared his fingers into her.

“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes and moved with him, her hip sliding along the bedclothes as he coaxed her to completion.

Then he was gone, but only for a moment. He guided his cock into her and took her on a slow, languid journey. They moved together, his hand caressing her breast, hers stroking his thigh. This was a level of bliss she’d never experienced. Just when she wasn’t sure how much more she could take, he rotated, pressing her down into the mattress as his hips snapped against her backside.

Squeezing her nipple, he ordered her to come. Unable to deny him, she fell apart, her body stiffening as an enormous wave of ecstasy swept over her.

He gripped her tightly and spent himself inside her. Kissing her shoulder, he gently eased from her.

Juno smiled, feeling so utterly satisfied and wonderful. “Come to Bath with me when the party is over.”

“I can’t.”

She rolled over to face him. “Why not?”

“I have to be in London to supervise renovations at my house.”

“Really?” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Surely you can delay that and come to spend a few days with me before I go to Presley.”

“I can’t. My plans have been set for weeks.”

She leaned up on her elbow and put her head on her hand. “It’s only a few days. Just a small change to your plans. Hardly significant.”

He frowned. “Of course it is. I’m expected in London.”

Oh dear, the rigid duke had returned.

“I understand it can be difficult for you to alter your plans, but I know you can do it.” She gave him an encouraging smile.

“No, I cannot.” He sat up, his features set into a surly glower she hadn’t seen all day. “Perhaps you should come to London with me instead.”

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