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small stack. “These are overdue.” A much larger stack. “This is correspondence thatmust be gotten to.” She tapped a huge stack with a slender finger.
“There is no steward at all?” his voice sounded a bit strangled, but Sara did not seem to notice.
“You can write for Mr. Stuart to come.”
“Hmm.” Trevor cleared his throat, cupped his thumb and fingers around his chin and scratched the underside of his jaw.
“I will leave you to this, your grace.” Sara backed away. “This evening, over dinner, we can go over the details of the tenants’ needs.”
Just what he needed, more details. He grabbed a piece of paper from one of the interminable stacks.
“Oh no!” Sara rushed forward, laying her hand against his. As if he had burnt her, she snatched her hand away and grabbed something off the desk. “Really, I think you should start with this. ’Tis quite urgent, actually.” She spread a letter out before him.
She waited as if to let him have time to peruse the words. Trevor blinked, the small letters running around the page as if they played a child’s game. Oh God. He looked away quickly, his cheek brushing against the side of Sara’s breast.
“Oh,” she cried. It was a small sound, and not completely one of abhorrent shock, either. Rather a mixture of awareness and need with just a touch of unease. A tantalizing mix, actually.
Trevor found his hands suddenly on either side of Sara’s small waist. It felt good to feel her beneath his hands. So good that he pulled her off her feet onto his lap and kissed her. Her breasts pushed against his chest, her soft bottom pressed against his legs and her breath feathered against his mouth.
At mathematics, reading, and writing he might be a miserable failure, but at the game of love, Trevor was rather adept. He reveled at the sense of being on safe ground once again, slip-ping one arm around Sara’s waist and clasping the back of her head with his other hand. Her hair was smooth and soft against his fingers, and he groaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
She opened for him, and he went deeper, smoothing his tongue over her teeth, then going past them to the underside of her lip. She tasted like no other woman he had ever experienced. It was not a taste he could name, just clean and pure and good.
“Ohhh,” Sara moaned, and Trevor could not agree more. Until she pushed away, shoving against his chest and staggering to her feet. She plastered her hand against her face, squinted her eyes shut, and took a deep breath. “We cannot do that.”
Chapter 4
I t had been the only thing, besides kissing the woman three days before, that had really felt good since Trevor had set foot upon English soil. “Why not? I wanted it . . .”
Before he could finish reminding her that she had started out wanting it also, the Duchess’s eyes snapped open. “You wanted it?” she mimicked him. “And you get everything you want, do you not, your grace?”
Trevor tapped his teeth together. He sensed another tirade, and truly, he enjoyed Sara in a tirade. He liked her hot brown eyes dark and her chest heaving. Since she obviously wouldn’t oblige him in the bedroom, he would take it where he could.
“You are a spoiled cad, sir!” Bending at the waist, Sara shoved a finger at his chest. Oh yes, good position. Her breasts pushed up against the neckline of her gown. “You take what you want, live as you want with absolutely nothought to anyone besides yourself. Well, welcome to a new life, your grace. You cannot just prance about Paris, hanging the grand title of duke upon your nose and not earn it!”
Trevor tapped his finger against the arm of his chair and decided to goad her. She was so passionate when angry, and it was much more fun to watch her build to a nice healthy rage than do the work piled in front of him. “I would never prance, your grace. But I could, actually, hang anything I wanted upon my nose.”
“Oh!”
“Being a duke does give
“There is no steward at all?” his voice sounded a bit strangled, but Sara did not seem to notice.
“You can write for Mr. Stuart to come.”
“Hmm.” Trevor cleared his throat, cupped his thumb and fingers around his chin and scratched the underside of his jaw.
“I will leave you to this, your grace.” Sara backed away. “This evening, over dinner, we can go over the details of the tenants’ needs.”
Just what he needed, more details. He grabbed a piece of paper from one of the interminable stacks.
“Oh no!” Sara rushed forward, laying her hand against his. As if he had burnt her, she snatched her hand away and grabbed something off the desk. “Really, I think you should start with this. ’Tis quite urgent, actually.” She spread a letter out before him.
She waited as if to let him have time to peruse the words. Trevor blinked, the small letters running around the page as if they played a child’s game. Oh God. He looked away quickly, his cheek brushing against the side of Sara’s breast.
“Oh,” she cried. It was a small sound, and not completely one of abhorrent shock, either. Rather a mixture of awareness and need with just a touch of unease. A tantalizing mix, actually.
Trevor found his hands suddenly on either side of Sara’s small waist. It felt good to feel her beneath his hands. So good that he pulled her off her feet onto his lap and kissed her. Her breasts pushed against his chest, her soft bottom pressed against his legs and her breath feathered against his mouth.
At mathematics, reading, and writing he might be a miserable failure, but at the game of love, Trevor was rather adept. He reveled at the sense of being on safe ground once again, slip-ping one arm around Sara’s waist and clasping the back of her head with his other hand. Her hair was smooth and soft against his fingers, and he groaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
She opened for him, and he went deeper, smoothing his tongue over her teeth, then going past them to the underside of her lip. She tasted like no other woman he had ever experienced. It was not a taste he could name, just clean and pure and good.
“Ohhh,” Sara moaned, and Trevor could not agree more. Until she pushed away, shoving against his chest and staggering to her feet. She plastered her hand against her face, squinted her eyes shut, and took a deep breath. “We cannot do that.”
Chapter 4
I t had been the only thing, besides kissing the woman three days before, that had really felt good since Trevor had set foot upon English soil. “Why not? I wanted it . . .”
Before he could finish reminding her that she had started out wanting it also, the Duchess’s eyes snapped open. “You wanted it?” she mimicked him. “And you get everything you want, do you not, your grace?”
Trevor tapped his teeth together. He sensed another tirade, and truly, he enjoyed Sara in a tirade. He liked her hot brown eyes dark and her chest heaving. Since she obviously wouldn’t oblige him in the bedroom, he would take it where he could.
“You are a spoiled cad, sir!” Bending at the waist, Sara shoved a finger at his chest. Oh yes, good position. Her breasts pushed up against the neckline of her gown. “You take what you want, live as you want with absolutely nothought to anyone besides yourself. Well, welcome to a new life, your grace. You cannot just prance about Paris, hanging the grand title of duke upon your nose and not earn it!”
Trevor tapped his finger against the arm of his chair and decided to goad her. She was so passionate when angry, and it was much more fun to watch her build to a nice healthy rage than do the work piled in front of him. “I would never prance, your grace. But I could, actually, hang anything I wanted upon my nose.”
“Oh!”
“Being a duke does give
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