Page 51 of Her Duke Next Door
“Shall I tell you what happened inmypleasure dreams of you,wife?” He drawled the same into her ear, leaning in the kiss right beneath her lobe. “You parted your lips for me and allowed me entry.”
He pushed his thumb back between her lips, enunciating his point.
“You are wicked, Your Grace,” she panted.
He laughed darkly. “I thought we had moved on from simply using our titles now, Mary? Had we not?”
“Yes,” she sighed, a languid smile on her face as he teased lower, letting his mouth map across her chest. He kissed one breast, over her dress, then another. Between her legs, he ran his fingers over the outline of her heat, hissing when he tightened his grip on his own length.
“I would like to please you how I see fit,” he told her. “With my hand, Mary?” He pressed his palm to her heat and she sucked in a sharp breath. “With my tongue?”
“Wicked,” she whispered. “You are terribly wicked.”
He grinned at her in response before he rubbed her heat through her dress, delighting in the bucking motions she gave up into his palm. He wanted to bear her fully, turn her around to expose her, to bury himself completely in that heat that he yearned to know was soaked for him.
But he didn’t. He took his time. It had been a long time since he had been able to draw pleasure out like this. Mary was his wife, and he had the time to please her endlessly.
As he sealed his lips over hers, kissing her deeply, licking into her mouth to swallow up her moans, he stroked himself to completion while he touched her, his fingers dancing over every sensitive spot he could find through her dress, his palm bringing her to a soft, bucking orgasm. As he did, he watched Mary’s chest heave with the pressure of their pleasure. Her breasts pressed against her bodice, almost spilling over the material. She looked thoroughly unraveled, debauched. She met his gaze through hooded eyelids.
Watching her climax was a dream in itself. He could barely look away for how her lips parted, her eyes finally slipping closed, as Mary lost herself to pleasure with her hands gripping the window ledge behind her.
“That is merely a taste.” He whispered the promise onto her lips before he pulled away, tucking his soft length into his trousers. “If you wish for more you might have to finally divulge to me those dreams of yours.”
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That evening, after he had apologized to Katie for his scolding of her, and she had apologized for lying, he promised to go with her to the stables to visit hers and Eloise’s horse, Benson. Katie had her own pony but she had taken a liking to the grey beauty.
But that morning, Mary nor the girls were at breakfast. Dominique panicked for a moment before seeking out Geraldine.
“Where is my wife and daughters?”
“Her Grace took the children to visit the Duchess of Winsor, Your Grace. I believe she will not be back until dinner.”
Why would she not have said so? He wondered.
Had he gone too far with their toying with one another in his study? Had she wanted more? Or, worse, had she not enjoyed it at all? In the hallway, he began to pace, caught between going to the Duchess of Winsor’s residence to chase Mary down and letting her have her distance.
Was this how he often left his daughter feeling? With so many questions, wondering if he was to be blamed?
He despised it.
He fought the urge to saddle up his horse and run away before he could find out any truths he did not want to hear, as he had always found himself doing. But Mary would return with their daughters.
Perhaps you are not worth a lot to return to, Dominique, said a voice in his head that sounded awfully like his late wife.
No, Mary did not think like that. He could trust that.
He just had to stay long enough for them to return.
ChapterFifteen
“Children, why don’t you play in the garden? His Grace has the most excellent apple orchid,” Mary told the girls.
Anne had directed her to the parlor, and Bernie waited to be shown the direction to the apple orchid as soon as both girls’ eyes widened and they nodded eagerly.
“I am sure you can both pick the biggest apples to take back to your papa,” Anne said. “How about that?”
“I shall get the shiniest apple for Papa!” Katie cried, getting to her feet, while Eloise muttered about the length of her dress and how she was struggling to run as fast to keep up. Anne laughed as the two left with their governess.
