Page 76 of The Duke's Virgin

As if sensing me, Luka turned, a smile curling his lips as our gazes met.

I smiled back, leaning against the door as he finished his conversation.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” I said as he hung up, shoving my hands into the robe’s pockets, nerves creeping back in.

We hadn’t been alone together in almost two months and those last few minutes hadn’t been…comfortable.

“No.” He tossed the phone toward the large wingback chair without looking.

I wasn’t surprised that it landed. If I’d tried that, it would have hit the table, or the floor, or the window behind the chair.

My throat went tight as he closed the distance between us, reaching up to curl his hands in the thick cotton lapels crossing over my chest. “You’re wearing my robe.”

“I…well, I needed to put something on, and my dress is out there.”

“Who says you needed to put something on?” he countered. “Maybe I prefer you naked.”

My cheeks heated. “I’m not walking around naked.”

“What if I insist? I could give a royal decree.” He slid a hand down and tugged gently at the tie knotted at my waist.

“We’re not in Luxembourg.” My voice, breathy all of a sudden, caught in my throat, and I had to clear it to even finish the sentence. “This is Monaco, and you can’tmakedecrees on foreign land.”

“Not even pretend ones?” Giving me a slumberous look, he tugged the belt again. “Not even if I say pretty please?”

The heat in his eyes threatened to burn me, and my heart raced. The need he’d just slaked flared back to life, and I curled my hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.

Staring at him, I tried to figure out how to respond.

He clearly expectedsomething.

“What sort of decrees would you make?” I asked, surprising the hell out of myself.

“Take off the robe and find out,” he said, a wicked grin flashing across his face.

“How about Iopenthe robe?”

He gave me an arrogant look, then a slow, regal nod. “I’ll allow that.”

Utterly naked, he backed up several steps then walked over to the bed, settling on the edge. He lounged there, legs spread out, and I had a full frontal view of his semi-erect cock, the curls at the base and the heavy weight of his sac between his thighs. The solid muscles in his chest, arms and thighs drew my eye as well, but my attention kept going back to his penis, and it wasn’t my imagination that he seemed to be lengthening with every passing moment.

My mouth watered and cheeks grew warm. Other parts of me went hot and wet too.

“The robe, Stacia.”

With clumsy hands, I loosened the belt and let it fall open. The lapels caught on the curves of my breasts, but I didn’t spread it open farther, smiling inside as hunger lit Luka’s eyes, almost making them burn.

“That’s fucking sexy,” he murmured. “The soft white of the robe, clinging to your nipples and covering your breasts while letting me see this strip of flesh all the way down to your cunt, those pretty curls covering you. Touch yourself, Stacia. Are you wet?”

I didn’t react right away, and his eyes slid to mine in challenge.

“Are you done obeying me already?”

“No,” I said, voice shaking. Sliding my hand down, I covered myself.

“Not like that…don’t make it to where I can’t watch while you slide a finger inside your pussy.”

A whimper burned its way up my throat, and I pressed my lips together to silence it, then did as he asked.

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