I doubt, sir, but I am willing to try
anything.”
“If I may speak, miss.”
“Certainly Duncan.”
He gave her a warm smile. “The staff and I heard
through the grapevine you are to be the next Duchess of Downsbury. Is the news
true?”
I wish it were not. “Yes, it is. Though, I am not confident I am the best choice for the
job. Trouble seems to find me no matter where I go.”
“Well, one cannot argue with that, but I daresay, you
are young and beautiful. What more can a duke ask for other than male heirs.”
“They should be getting an obedient wife, who will
be submissive to the bone. I do not have such talent.” Emily chugged the last
of her drink in the most unladylike manner and rose from her chair. “Duncan, I
think this was just what I needed. If you do not mind, I would like for you to
take me on a walk of the grounds tomorrow. I would love for us to talk some
more.”
“Certainly, miss.”
Chapter Four
The
Earl of Bridgeton stood glaring at the marchioness with shock. His mouth
dropped, and his speech had gone for the moment. “But, my lady, I really should
not be going. Nathaniel should be the one to escort you and Lady Thompson to
Vauxhall.”
“ Pish posh! It was Nathaniel’s suggestion. He said for you
to ask him if you did not believe me.”
Charles
groaned. Of all the places to take them. This, by far, was sure to
be a colossal mistake. If the duke ever found out he was there with Emily, his
grace would have his hide. “Fine. Just this once.”
Considering
Emily had not risen yet for breakfast, he had time to go for a change of
clothes and return. “Does our future duchess know yet?”
“I
imagine not. She only arrived an hour or so before you two. Besides, she’ll be
fine with it, I assure you. She did mention she owed you some kind of apology
for the way her mother behaved, so this outing will provide her with the
opportunity.”
He
had wondered when he would see her next. At least, he knew she would be safe
from the duke’s advances for now. Though Vauxhall’s entertainments were surely
a bad influence, he hoped nothing too shameful would be on display in the
theater. She had already seen far more than she expected in the duke’s care, and
he pondered what her thoughts were on the act itself.
The
pleasure of having a woman’s lips engulfed on one’s cock was incredible. The
warm, slick heat. The constant movement of a tongue swiping, sucking. The
kittenish sounds aroused him.
Heaven help me… The urge to pull out his
manhood and see to his relief was maddening. Thinking about Emily doing the
same things with her tousled red locks, and her pouty red lips swollen from him
kissing her… Jesus. If he kept these thoughts up while he was
on his horse, he would be walking funny by the time he returned to collect
them.
It
was truly a pity he could not find anything to break Lady Thompson and
Downsbury’s engagement. For if he could, he would consider asking for her hand
in marriage. He doubted she would accept his offer after the sham of a
betrothal with the duke, but Charles longed for a woman to challenge him and
make him burn the way she did.
The
gel was high maintenance without a doubt, but she had a certain amount of naiveté
that appealed to his more masculine tendencies. Instructing her would be a
delight. Showing her that not all rakes were total coxcombs and hare-brained
was something he felt she needed to see and experience.
In
all his years of being a bachelor, not once did he not take a woman’s pleasure into consideration. Women were not just vessels, but
divine treasures who should be idolized. Loved. These were the things women had
taught him over the years. It was not until he came into his title, did he
learn that the most important rule was that a woman’s pleasure came first.
When
widow Haverford first approached him after he returned to London from Oxford, she
had taught him a wealth of information. For a woman of her experienced
anything.”
“If I may speak, miss.”
“Certainly Duncan.”
He gave her a warm smile. “The staff and I heard
through the grapevine you are to be the next Duchess of Downsbury. Is the news
true?”
I wish it were not. “Yes, it is. Though, I am not confident I am the best choice for the
job. Trouble seems to find me no matter where I go.”
“Well, one cannot argue with that, but I daresay, you
are young and beautiful. What more can a duke ask for other than male heirs.”
“They should be getting an obedient wife, who will
be submissive to the bone. I do not have such talent.” Emily chugged the last
of her drink in the most unladylike manner and rose from her chair. “Duncan, I
think this was just what I needed. If you do not mind, I would like for you to
take me on a walk of the grounds tomorrow. I would love for us to talk some
more.”
“Certainly, miss.”
Chapter Four
The
Earl of Bridgeton stood glaring at the marchioness with shock. His mouth
dropped, and his speech had gone for the moment. “But, my lady, I really should
not be going. Nathaniel should be the one to escort you and Lady Thompson to
Vauxhall.”
“ Pish posh! It was Nathaniel’s suggestion. He said for you
to ask him if you did not believe me.”
Charles
groaned. Of all the places to take them. This, by far, was sure to
be a colossal mistake. If the duke ever found out he was there with Emily, his
grace would have his hide. “Fine. Just this once.”
Considering
Emily had not risen yet for breakfast, he had time to go for a change of
clothes and return. “Does our future duchess know yet?”
“I
imagine not. She only arrived an hour or so before you two. Besides, she’ll be
fine with it, I assure you. She did mention she owed you some kind of apology
for the way her mother behaved, so this outing will provide her with the
opportunity.”
He
had wondered when he would see her next. At least, he knew she would be safe
from the duke’s advances for now. Though Vauxhall’s entertainments were surely
a bad influence, he hoped nothing too shameful would be on display in the
theater. She had already seen far more than she expected in the duke’s care, and
he pondered what her thoughts were on the act itself.
The
pleasure of having a woman’s lips engulfed on one’s cock was incredible. The
warm, slick heat. The constant movement of a tongue swiping, sucking. The
kittenish sounds aroused him.
Heaven help me… The urge to pull out his
manhood and see to his relief was maddening. Thinking about Emily doing the
same things with her tousled red locks, and her pouty red lips swollen from him
kissing her… Jesus. If he kept these thoughts up while he was
on his horse, he would be walking funny by the time he returned to collect
them.
It
was truly a pity he could not find anything to break Lady Thompson and
Downsbury’s engagement. For if he could, he would consider asking for her hand
in marriage. He doubted she would accept his offer after the sham of a
betrothal with the duke, but Charles longed for a woman to challenge him and
make him burn the way she did.
The
gel was high maintenance without a doubt, but she had a certain amount of naiveté
that appealed to his more masculine tendencies. Instructing her would be a
delight. Showing her that not all rakes were total coxcombs and hare-brained
was something he felt she needed to see and experience.
In
all his years of being a bachelor, not once did he not take a woman’s pleasure into consideration. Women were not just vessels, but
divine treasures who should be idolized. Loved. These were the things women had
taught him over the years. It was not until he came into his title, did he
learn that the most important rule was that a woman’s pleasure came first.
When
widow Haverford first approached him after he returned to London from Oxford, she
had taught him a wealth of information. For a woman of her experienced
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