“Someday I’ll be a duke,” he said, leaning forward to run his hand up her leg and under her skirt. “One who compromised the governess. I’m starting to think I’ll have a harem after all, full of intriguing women who all look like you.”
She leaned forward to steal a kiss, but wrinkled her nose at him. “Don’t remind me. Your abundance of titles intimidates me.”
“Anytime you’re daunted by me or any part of this life I’ve dragged you into, I want you to remember what you do to me. I’m utterly at your mercy. In lust and so deeply in love...” They kissed, tenderly and lingeringly.
“And it’s not sinful.”
“Not in the least. We’re blessed...”