Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Rule.” His thick-from-his-orgasm, luscious voice filled the room. “The first time I have you after I return from London, you don’t suck my cock.”
I lifted my head to look down at him.
He seemed peeved.
But I was worried.
“You didn’t like it?”
He cupped the side of my head. “Vivienne, I nearly blew in your mouth. Twice.”
I grinned.
“I see you’re proud of yourself,” he groused. “But the first time I came in you, it wasn’t your mouth I wanted to come into.”
“I almost came when you were going down on me,” I shared.
“That would be acceptable.”
“So why wouldn’t it be acceptable the other way around?”
“Because I said so.”
My eyes got squinty, then, since I’d lost his dick, I rolled off to my back and bitched to the ceiling. “Oh my God, I just fucked an arrogant, bossy duke.”
His amazing face filled my vision. “No, darling, an arrogant, bossy duke just fucked you.”
He gave me a quick peck, then shifted, chucking the pajama bottoms neither of us fully divested him of, before he crawled over me to get out of bed.
I watched his criminally fantastic ass (though, I did give his beefy thighs a gander) as he moved into a dark room.
It lit, he disappeared, and I saw a lot of black tile.
The bathroom.
I shifted in bed until I was under the covers and then saw a gray, floppy-eared head pop up over the side.
“Hullo, handsome,” I greeted Bartholomew.
He looked at me, gave me a half-sleepy, half-happy pant, then he slid down out of view.
I felt the distinct movement a bed makes when a cat lands on it and looked over my shoulder.
Baby Blue was there.
While I watched, Snowball joined her.
Gingerface came up the rear.
Snowball and Gingerface were checking out the lay of the land.
Baby Blue just plopped down to stake her territory.
I sensed movement and looked the other way to see an equally delicious full-frontal view of Duke Six-Pack-Fabulous-Cock-Even-Semi-Hard strolling my way.
“We have company,” I told him.
He made it to me, lifted the covers, slid in beside me, then grabbed hold of me, pulling me on top.
“They’ll have to come back,” he said.
“Why? Baby Blue is already comfy.”
“We’re going to be very busy, Vivi.”
Oh, lovely.
I thought that.
I went for coy.
“We are?”
“Quiet and kiss me,” he ordered.
“So bossy.”
“All right, I’ll kiss you.”
After rolling on top of me (scattering cats), he did.
And then we got busy.
Indeed, we were so occupied, we didn’t see the muted blue, green and purple lights dancing through the windows that faced the ballroom.
And once we passed out, we definitely didn’t see the light change only to blue.
Before it faded away.
CHAPTER 17
THE BREAKFAST
A soft knock on the door roused me from a deep sleep.
For a second, I didn’t know what was happening.
Then my bed moved, since my bed was a tall, built, sex god aristocrat. I was gently set on my belly on soft sheets as Battle slid out from under me.
Blinking and pushing up on an elbow, I watched him pull on his pajama bottoms then go to the door.
He opened it a smidge and immediately looked down.
He then opened it fully, bent, grabbed something and came up with a wide silver tray. He kicked the door closed with his foot as he walked what looked to be breakfast toward the bed.
“Um…” I didn’t quite start as I gathered the sheets and duvet to me.
We weren’t loud, as such.
But it seemed the girls knew of last night’s activities.
Unless they routinely brought breakfast to his door when the staff were away.
Battle set the tray on the bed, stating, “I would be touched if that didn’t look appalling.”
I turned my attention to the tray.
Burnt toast. What appeared to be solid oatmeal. Badly hacked into grapefruit halves in bowls. A pot of jam. Two coffee cups in saucers, a little jug of creamer, and a cafetière of what appeared to be the strongest pot of coffee ever made.
The only thing on it that wasn’t terrifying was an adorable, tiny, stemmed glass with pretty buds sticking out of it.
But there were two cups.
Yeah.
They knew I was in here.
“Your sisters really can’t cook,” I said to the tray. I looked up at him. “That’s the visual representation of ‘it’s the thought that counts.’”
He smiled at me, then he swooped in to give me a soft kiss.
After he did that, he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
I kept the sheets around me as I poured coffee.
I gave it plenty of room for cream, but even so, once I’d mixed it, I could tell by the color it needed more.
When he came out, he had a gray dressing gown with him.
He handed it to me, murmuring chivalrously, “Just in case you prefer modesty.”
He was just so great.
I shrugged it on, climbed out of bed while he climbed in, and I tied the belt, trapping the voluminous material around me as he called while I walked to his bathroom, “I got out an extra toothbrush head, if you like.”