Page 163 of The Good Duke
But Persephone? Persephone shone brighter than ever before, and Simon yearned to learneverythingabout who she’d grown into as a person.
Or maybe some of that pretty blush she wore was a product of the climax he’d brought Seph atop Madam Colette’s finest satins.
A fresh wave of blood rushed to his cock, that randy organ as rock hard as it’d been since he had his mouth and fingers inside Seph…and how hard he’d remain until he…
Until you what?
Have her under you? Have her on her knees and her lush mouth wrapped around your length, and sucking you to completion?
As all the erotic mental images appeared like painted pictures in his mind, he fought an agonized groan—and failed.
Pausing mid-sentence, Persephone doubled back.
A frown replaced her radiant smile. “Surely, you of all people must agree?”
Agree with what?
He cursed his lust-filled thoughts—which still wouldn’t quit—and wracked his brain for whatever was the last thing she’d said.
Ultimately, he settled for an absolute truth.
“Persephone,” he drawled, “when have I ever disagreed withanythingyou’ve said?”
She let out an inelegant snort. “Oh, hush, with you and your new roguish ways.”
Persephone shifted back to the previous matter she’d been prattling on about.
As she excitedly spoke about the Royal Museum, Simon found himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell and even more and more in love with her.
Slowing to a stop, Simon stared wistfully after her.
And until Simon drew his last breath, he’d recall Seph as she was in this moment, at this time, eagerly recounting her favorite parts about the Royal Museum.
He could listen to her all day.
Even more, Simonwantedto listen to her all day—the ebullient sound of her lilting voice, her cheer-filled, infectious laughter. And God, the words as they fell from her lips. One thing was as certain as the rising and setting sun and turning of the tides: he’d forever be spellbound by Persephone’s zeal in speaking about things she believed in and was passionate about.
Some five yards ahead, Persephone stopped and looked back with a question in her eyes.
She tipped her head at an enchanting little angle.
Seph wished to know why he no longer joined her.
No words were necessary to convey that wondering. There never had been. Maybe that’s why she’d been the only one whom he’d hardly ever stammered in front of.
“You,” he mouthed.
As if searching for another possible someone he might be speaking to, Persephone glanced about.
When she looked back at Simon, she pressed a palm against her chest. “Me?”
Simon found himself walking closer and stopped only when they were but a pace apart. “You, Seph,” he murmured, “it was always you.”
Always and forever.
Confusion creased her brow. “I don’t…?” She shook her head. “What are you…? I don’t understand,” she finally settled for.
It is time she knew.
