Page 50 of The Duke's Vice

His lower touch felt as if it scorched her dress, she wouldn’t doubt if his hand print was now seared into her skin.

She moaned into his mouth as his hand began to massage her thigh. Her eyes opened and looked around, worried someone would have heard her.

“Why do you think we’re sitting in the last row?” He murmured. “Once the lights go down you could sit here naked and no one would be the wiser.”

Not only would the dark hide a naked body, it hid her blush. The thought of a naked Graham danced in her thoughts causing her core to ignite.

She clenched her thighs together to quell the building tension within her. Graham’s eyes dropped to his hand for a moment before returning to hers.

“Is kissing all you want?” He questioned. His eyes were searching hers for something, but she wasn’t sure for what.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “Well, yes… I mean, that was the opera scene in the book. So, yes, this is what I want.”

Beatrice swallowed the fear that since they technically did kiss in an opera box that Graham was going to end their experience. She willed herself not to be upset, he did help her check off the item. However, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that this may be all she’d get.

Graham’s eyes drifted the stage and the captivated audience. When he looked back to her she was surprised to see a bit a mischief in them.

“I think I can do you one better.” He drawled.

Beatrice cocked her head to the side. “How do you mean?”

“Would you consider what we are doing sufficient enough to cross off item two from your list?”

Beatrice didn’t know if her smile was from the fact he had memorized her list or from the finger that was playing with the curl that framed her face. She felt completely enveloped in this man and she never felt more seen.

She nodded. “I do.”

“Good. Now that we’ve checked that off, let me show you how I would have written that scene.”

Beatrice giggled. “I had no idea you were interested in writing.” She said coyly.

“I wasn’t until now.” Graham said as he knelt down in front of her.

Beatrice looked up into the audience. “What are you doing?” Her frantic whisper caused some stirs from other boxes, but thankfully no one looked to see where the sound came from.

Graham smiled as he slowly pushed up her skirt. Beatrice’s eyes rounded as her hands flew to cover his and try to push them back down. “Your Grace, what are you-”

The Duke rose up on his knees and silenced her with a kiss. Beatrice momentarily forgot her hesitation and met his tongue with hers.

After a few moments Graham pulled away. “Did you enjoy that kiss?”

Beatrice’s eyes fluttered opened, her body felt as if it was floating in warm water, relaxed and at ease. “Mmhmm. Very much so.”

Graham nodded in appreciation. “Did you know there are other ways to kiss?”

Beatrice’s brows furrowed. “How do you mean?”

The Duke’s hands once again started their journey of pushing Beatrice’s skirt up her legs.

“Why don’t you sit back, relax, and I’ll show you. In fact,” he gestured over his shoulder. “Why don’t you pay attention to the opera. I’m sure someone will ask me about it, I need to know what to tell them.”

Before Beatrice could respond, Graham dipped his head under her skirts and placed his mouth over her sex. She gasped loudly. Her body froze with her hands covering her mouth. She squeezed her thighs against the Duke’s head, hoping to stop his movement..

This time her sound didn’t go unnoticed. However, thankfully, due to the darkened theater, the curious eyes couldn’t locate where it came from.

She relaxed into the chair, which caused Graham to continue his ministrations. She tried sitting up to push him off but he grabbed her thighs to keep her from squirming away. Beatricegrabbed at his head through her skirts to stop him when he flicked her clit causing electricity to shoot through her veins.

Her body melted into the chair as her blood turned into hot liquid, igniting tiny fires throughout her body.

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