Excerpt from The
Duke
“I don’t give serious kisses to men whose names I don’t
even know.”
“Easily remedied,” he said as he flashed her a smile.
“I’m Hawkscliffe.”
“Hawkscliffe?” she echoed, stare at him in ill-concealed
shock. “Pray tell, what is the Paragon Duke doing here gambling
and trying to coax unwon kisses out of a demirep?”
“Oh, just entertaining myself,” he replied with a calculating
smile. “You know full well that I won a proper kiss from fair
and square, Miss Hamilton.”
“Well,” she said archly, “no doubt you need it.”
Gently, she cupped his clean-shaved cheek in her hand, catching a
glimpse of his smoldering eyes before she closed hers, then she caressed
his lips with her own, slowly gifting him with a kiss that left the
rest of the noisy, clamoring party and the city and the world behind.
His mouth was warm and silky; his smooth skin heated beneath her touch.
She stroked his black hair and kissed him more deeply, leaning further
over the table. She felt him pull her toward him….
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