Page 118 of Screwged for Christmas

“Mother, you are American.” I ground out through clenched teeth.

My mother ignored my comment, as she often did. She thought she was more Scottish than my father was, and he was born in this castle.

“Really?” Holly’s voice was full of surprise. “I’m from the Bronx.”

My mother shuddered. “We’ll say she’s from Connecticut.”

“No one is saying anything, Mother.”

“Of course, she will be presented to the press. It’s hard to get a good look at her in this light, but an excellent stylist can fix anything.”

“Mother,” I ground my teeth. “You have three seconds to leave, or I will get up and personally show you the door.

She snapped the curtains closed. “Carry on, you two. We can catch up at tea time. Out you go, Philips. His Grace does not wish to be disturbed this morning.” My bedroom door closed firmly behind her.

I fell back on the bed, pulling Holly to me.

“That was the former Duchess of Lachlan. I don’t think she’s ever been in this room before.”

“It wasn’t the introduction I expected to your family. In fact, I wasn’t expecting to meet them all that.”

I hadn’t been planning on introducing Holly to my mother with her in my bed. Jamie or Fergus had cracked under her interrogation. And the fact that she thought I was going to let her plan my wedding to some unknown was beyond ludicrous. I’d been working my ass off for the past half-year staving off creditors and saving the ancestral home. I didn’t have the luxury of hunting for a bride even if I wanted to.

Though, to be honest, the only one I craved was snuggled up against me.

“Sorry about that.” I hadn’t decided how much to tell Holly. I’d been planning on keeping her and my life here separate somehow. Clearly, that was not happening now.

“You never told me your mother was American.”

“Had I told you anything about my family life?” Her skin smelled fantastic. It wasn’t perfume because she’d only arrived with a backpack.

“No, but somehow that makes more sense how you were so at home in New York and can be so at home in a completely different life here.”

“I’m not at home here. This is my duty.” My hands roamed over her body. She smelled like heaven. I cupped her a heavy warm breast, “Would you like to rest some more?

Her fingers stole over me and stroked against my cock. “I’m not that tired. Now, where were we?”

That was all the invitation I needed.

“Get on all fours, put your ass in the air for me.” I took her earlobe between my teeth, nipping it. Goosebumps rippled across her skin, and that wasn’t from being cold.

With the bed curtains closed, it was like we were in our own private world again. Holly rolled over, getting on her hands and knees and the sight gripped me. She glanced back at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks blushed, but her eyes were bright.

I knelt behind her, running my fingertip down her spine with the barest touch. A low, breathy moan escaped her. She had dropped her head down so I couldn’t see her face. Her submissiveness fueled a fire in me that I’d never experienced before.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I paused, leaving my fingertip at the top of her puckered pretty pink asshole. Oh yeah, I would fuck here too. Not right now, but I wanted to claim every part of Holly now that she was in my bed.

I brought a hand down to lightly slap her ass.

“Oh!” She moaned. She glanced back at me again, her face a fiery red.

“I love the imprint of my hand on your ass.” I rubbed the imprint, savoring her curvy ass cheeks. “Do you like that, Holly?”

“I…I.” She pressed her as into my hand.

“Tell me. There are no secrets in my bed.”

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