Any Duchess Will Do

He supposed he should have carried her to the divan or laid her down on the carpet, but he was selfish. He wanted all of her, all for himself. All of her weight in his arms, all of her heat against his body. He did not want to share her with a sofa or a carpet, or even something so slight as a chair.

He supposed he should have carried her to the divan or laid her down on the carpet, but he was selfish. He wanted all of her, all for himself. All of her weight in his arms, all of her heat against his body. He did not want to share her with a sofa or a carpet, or even something so slight as a chair.

I hired you to distract my mother, not to give me advice.”

“Well, then. Consider it a bonus.”

I hired you to distract my mother, not to give me advice.”

“Well, then. Consider it a bonus.”

Last night he’d made her feel beautiful and desired. This morning he’d made her feel small and stupid.

Last night he’d made her feel beautiful and desired. This morning he’d made her feel small and stupid.

first she’d told herself it was romantic that way—they had a secret passion, and no one could guess. Eventually she’d realized the painful truth. All Errol’s tender words in the moment were just that—in the moment.

Little could he suppose it was exactly what she wanted. What she craved, with every bone and sinew in her small, slender frame.

Yes. Thank you. May I have another.

He slid his hand to the back of her head, plunging his

Then she frowned with concentration as she sifted the contents into a rolled cone of brown paper.