Page 28 of The Duke's Vice

His eyes zeroed in on hers.

“Lady Beatrice, to what do I owe the honor of your presence at,” he squinted at his time piece, “one in the morning?”

Beatrice licked her lips. This is what she came for, no point in delaying the inevitable. With a deep breath Beatrice took a timid step forward. “I’m here to accept your offer.” Once the words left her mouth she felt bare and exposed. Her hands fiddled with the belt at her hip. “That is, if it is still something you wish to offer.”

Graham’s eyes darkened as his lips slipped into an easy smile. “I make a lot of offers, mouse, you’ll have to remind me of which one you are referring to.”

Impatience and embarrassment flashed through her body. Of course he was going to make her say it. There was no confusion as to why she was here.

Stealing her spine she took another step towards the sitting Duke.

“I want your help completing the items on my list.”

Graham licked his lips, his fingers slid underneath a book to pull out a familiar square of paper.

My list.

Beatrice’s heart thudded at the sight of her list in his hands once more. There was something intimate about a man holding on to her deepest and darkest wishes. Even more was that she was coming to said man to help her fulfill them.

“This list?” He purred.

Beatrice sighed. This man and his games. “Yes. That list.” She said pointedly.

Graham considered the list in his hands. “Before I concede to my offer, what made you change your mind?”

Her body tingled at the memories of her own wandering hands exploring her body enflamed her cheeks. She turned her head slightly as she dropped her eyes.

There was no fooling Graham. He gasped. “You are a daring creature, aren’t you?”

Graham stood and sauntered to where she stood, refusing to meet his eyes. He placed a single finger under her chin to pull her head up. Her eyes lifted to his. To her surprise she didn’t find ridicule or jest, but pure interest?

“Did you touch yourself, little mouse?” His voice was gruff and caused Beatrice to shutter in his grasp.

She nodded slightly.

Still holding her chin by his finger he took a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching. Beatrice’s body thrummed from the heat growing in her belly.

“And did you like it?” His words brushed against her lips causing that growing heat to ignite a fire within her, causing licks of flames to turn her body into molten lava.

Again, she nodded within his grasp. No words would come. She was completely entranced by this man and his words.

“One last final question, my little mouse, did you think of me?” His lips touched hers as his whispered words created shock waves that shook her to her very core.

With one slight nod from Beatrice Graham’s lips fully connected to hers. Her knees gave out from the intensity of his attack but his arms reached around her waist and pulled her to him.

He picked her up and pushed her up against the door to his study. Her mouth opened for him, welcoming in his exploring tongue. She moaned against his kisses as her hands trailed up his muscular arms,oh his delicious arms, and found purchase in his hair.

She gave a slight tug. His answering growl into her mouth had her squeezing her legs together. Her core was exploding with sensations that had her body moving against him in ways shenever thought to before. Much like how her hips bucked against her own hand earlier in the night.

Graham pulled back, setting her down on the ground. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“My offer still stands, however, I have my own list that you must follow.”

Beatrice would have vowed to never read another book again if it meant she could kiss this man again. Instead of offering him anything, she once again shook her head.

She was starting to think she had forgotten how to talk around him.

“You must do everything I say, like you did tonight. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

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