Page 129 of His Grace, the Duke
James’ cock twitched. If he didn’t relieve this ache soon...
“Just imagine it,” Burke teased. “Imagine if we had but one more set of hands here to please you. One more cock to claim you with. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she begged.
James was on the edge of his seat. He couldn’t look away.
Burke glanced at him again, then back to her, kissing along her collarbone. “If James were here right now, would you let him touch you? Would you let him bury himself inside you and claim you in all the ways you should be claimed?”
“God—yes. You know I would. Burke, Ineedhim. Need you all.”
“Where would you want him if he was here?” Renley teased, taking his fingers from her cunt and bringing them to her lips.
When she arched forward, sucking his wet fingers into her mouth—wet with her own desire—James was ready to die. Renley dared to flash him another grin, his eye trailing down to where James’ achingly hard cock was pressing against his pants. He winked before pulling his fingers from Rosalie’s mouth, leaving her panting.
“Tom, it’s too much. Please, love. Please, let me come.”
Burke gave Tom a nod, and they both scooted away from her. As one, they stood, leaving her tied to the settee.
She tried to follow their moments. “Wait—where are you going?”
“Hmm... I think I’d like to watch the opera,” said Tom, passing James with a squeeze to his shoulder.
“What—”
“You’ll be fine in here for a few minutes,” Burke teased. “Besides, you’ve already seen it, so it’s not like you’ll be missing anything.”
She snarled, tugging on her binds. “Untie me!”
Burke held James’ gaze. Stepping forward, he raised a hand and cupped his cheek. James’ eyes went wide. With a look heavy with meaning, Burke brushed his thumb over James’ parted lips. “Take care of our girl.”
Rosalie stilled. “What’s happening?”
Without a backwards glance, Burke followed Tom through the curtain into the front of the box.
James let his gaze fall on Rosalie. She sat on the settee, her tied arms stretched out to the sides, her legs falling closed as she panted, chest and cheeks pink. She licked her lips, the necklace glittering in the candlelight with each movement she made.
James revealed himself at last. “You sure know how to wear a necklace.”
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Rosalie
Rosalie gasped, herheart racing out of her chest. So, it was true. James was in the room. She hadn’t wanted to believe it at first. She hadn’t wanted to hope. But he was here.
“James.” She tried to put everything she felt into the name. “James, please.”
She felt more than heard him moving closer. The music was reaching a crescendo as the singer belted an aria. He sank down on the settee next to her and she turned her face towards him. He dropped his brow against her temple, and they breathed each other in, taking comfort in the other’s presence.
“You’re missing the first act,” he murmured, stroking her cheek.
“I’ve already seen it three times. James, please—”
“Why are you begging me, angel? What do you want?” His low voice was heavy with need. She could tell he was aching as badly as her.
“You know what I want,” she replied, gritting her teeth.
She was done waiting. Done with games.
