Page 39 of Good Duke Gone Wild

And this was not how the conversation between them was supposed to go. She was supposed to be groveling to him. Begging for his forgiveness. Pleading with him to stay married. He was supposed to be the one who acquiesced—because really, wasn’t that the truth hovering below the surface of his heart?

He wanted her. Her commanding him. Her driving him. Her taking the life she wanted and entwining it with his dreams. He wanted her wiley ways that made him wild. He wanted her on this ship with him.

“You said the marriage meant nothing to you.” She blurted out, interrupting his thoughts.

“I didn’t say it meant nothing to me.” He scratched his jaw and mumbled (for no known reason), “I said it wasn’t legal.”

“Well, now we won’t have to worry about it at all. I’m getting what I want. Adventure. Experience.”

“So you’ll take it with whoever you can?” The hurt was hard to hide.

“If I have to.”

And he could see the fiery determination in her eyes. That was the last straw. She was going to be his, no matter how long it took to convince her. She wasn’t bringing that fire to anyone but him.

“There’s no chance in hell you’re getting off of this ship without me.”

“I really don’t think that’s your call—”

It took only two steps and then his mouth crashed down on hers.

Gasps. Belted laughter. And none-too-quietly spoken claims of foreknowledge filled the air.

When he pulled his face away, he said, “You’re already my wife. You vowed in front of God and witnesses to obey me.”

A whoop filled the air, and Jude turned to face the crew with his arm wrapped around Agatha’s waist.

“This is my wife. We married in France.” He pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her body pressed up against him.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

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“How do you see this working?” Agatha smiled to herself as she lay tucked into Jude’s side in his bed. Her plan had worked. He was hers. Now they just needed to sort through the logistics.

“You want experiences.” He breathed into her neck. “I’ll be the one to give them all to you.”

“Really? All of them? Anything I want?”

“Anything.” He kissed her neck, making her giggle.

“And where will we live?”

“On my ship.”

“A privateer ship. How exciting!”

“Well, my darling, sorry to disappoint you. But after we drop off Princess Amalie—”

“In Folkestone.”

“Yes, in Folkestone. We’re making honest men out of this crew. We’ll be a cargo ship.”

“Oh!” Agatha rubbed her hands on his chest. “That sounds thrilling.”

“Not as thrilling as taking you again.”

He rolled over and pressed his cock against her leg. “Do you think you can take me again, Siren?”

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