Page 52 of The Duke's Virgin

She exploded, coming apart in my arms, hot, liquid silk flowing from her as she climaxed.

I barely held onto my own long enough to see it happen, but once the convulsions had her locking around my dick, I gave in, thrusting into her hard, fast, the need leveling me.

* * *

“You can sleep in here.”Stacia murmured the words to me in the dark sometime later.

I’d gotten up to dispose of the condom and a rare moment of awkwardness had settled over me. She lay on the bed, already under the covers, and when I looked at her, she’d smiled, then tugged back the duvet and sheets in invitation. “Turn off the light and come to bed.”

Now, sleep drifting closer, I found myself considering her words and wondering if I should.

“I can,” I said softly, staring up at the night-darkened ceiling. It was done in a simple, soft ecru, a ceiling fan the only decoration.

I found it incredibly appealing.

I foundherincredibly appealing…and I shouldn’t.

I knew that.

“But should I?”

She was quiet a long moment, and when she answered, it was obvious she’d chosen her words with great care.

“It’s just an offer, Luka. Tomorrow, we’ll get you to Montreal, and you’ll see your friend. I’ll head back here to my life and you’ll…continue on with yours, being the heir to the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg, one of the richest countries in the world. That’s for tomorrow…if you want. Tonight, we can just be Luka and Stacia. But it’s up to you. Stay…or go.”

Her words were carefully neutral.

I couldn’t tell if there was hurt in them or not. I couldn’t even pick up a trace of any emotion.

Part of me found myself wanting…something.

Well, something more than the idea of a night where we were just Luka and Stacia. She clearly knew who I was now and yet had no expectations of me.

I wanted a night with her, an entire one. But I wanted something more too.

The bed shifted next to me, and when I looked over, she’d turned onto her opposite side, settled into what looked like a comfortable half-sprawl. I turned toward her, moving into the curve of her body, aligning myself with the shallows and dips and lines.

“One night. Just Luka and Stacia.” Kissing her shoulder, I murmured, “Thank you.”

She didn’t answer.

But when I slid an arm around her waist, she covered my hand with her own.

Seventeen

Stacia

I gaveRicky a dirty look when he arrived at the doorstep with a sleek black full-sized SUV, the black Lincoln Navigator my father favored for longer road trips. He gave me an innocent expression before taking Luka’s luggage down and putting it in the back.

“It just seemed more fitting for a long trip, Miss Stace,” he said, his deep southern drawl friendly and easy.

“I better not get a call from mymother,” I muttered to him.

“They don’t even know it’s missing,” he assured me. “I talked to Robert. Your mother and father left for Philadelphia last night on the private jet. A last-minute dinner party with a client, Robert said.”

I huffed out a breath, then nodded. I had a good idea why he’d chosen the Navigator. It was outfitted with a number of security features, including bulletproof paneling and windows. My father was a bit paranoid, but those safety measures were probably wise if one was traveling with a member of royalty and all.

And if Robert said my parents were out of town, then they were out of town. Robert had been my father’s driver for years, and he was friends with Ricky.

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