“I would advise you take this matter seriously.” He slid one hand upward, cupping her breast over her bikini.
A delicious tremble went over her. She wanted his hands on her body. She wanted them everywhere at once.
“And you, you naughty little maid, forgot to stack the fire, polish the silver, and … clean the stove.”
“I’m sorry, Duke of Buckingham.” A smile played with her lips. Was he really doing this … for her?
“And,” he went on, “after I saved you from a life in the whorehouse on Penny Lane, this is how you repay me?”
“A whorehouse?”
“Aye, and you’d have made a fortune with these titties, but an ill-gotten fortune.” He found the bow at her nape and released it as he nibbled at her ear.
The bikini top fell down, exposing her breasts. “Oh … fuck, you’ve really thought about this,” she managed.
“A disobedient maid is a serious matter. Of course, I’ve thought about it.”
Suddenly, he spun her around, trapping her against his body in a tight embrace. Her breasts squashed up against his hot naked chest.
She looped her hands around his neck and stared up at him. “So, what are you going to do with your disobedient maid?” She could hardly believe he was running with her fantasy, and she hadn’t even had to tell him about it.
“My lord.”
“What?”
He slid his hands to her buttocks and squeezed. “I told you to call memy lord.”
“You saidduke.”
He frowned. “I can’t be both?”
“No.” She giggled. “You can’t.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“Duke.” She reached up and touched her lips to his. “I want you to be my stern, sexy duke.”
“Comin’ right up.”
His mouth found hers, and he stooped and hoisted her into the air.
Quickly, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt so small in his arms, as though she weighed nothing.
He walked into the bedroom, and without breaking the kiss, he laid her on the soft covers and hovered over her.
“Tell me,” he whispered, kissing over her cheek to her ear. “That tomorrow you will try harder to please your duke.”
“I will, I promise.” Lust raged through her veins. She wanted him naked. She wanted him driving into her the way he had the night before. He’d been damn good at drawing a swift and satisfying orgasm from her, and she was sure he’d be able to do it again as her duke.
“I don’t believe you will try harder with the polishing and … firewood stacking,” he said. “I think you need to learn to obey me in every way. Hand yourself over to me completely.”
“I do? I mean … yes, Duke of Buckingham.”
“Mmm.” He kissed down her neck, into the hollow of her throat, then lower still. Taking her right nipple into his mouth, he tweaked the left between his finger and thumb.
“Oh yes, please … more…” She closed her eyes and arched her back. She’d always loved breast play. His mouth was hot and wet, and he gave the perfect amount of stimulation to her sensitive nipples. “More…”
He lifted up. “Are you, a lowly maid giving, I, the Lord of the Manor—”