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The words were simple enough. The concept too.
In theory.
But Caitlyn found herself at a loss to actually accomplish what he’d asked. How could she ask him for something she’d never experienced? Something she’d only read about in foolish stories and didn’t even know whether it was true? In truth, he already knew her body better than she did. Uncertain what else to do, she nodded mutely.
“Good,” Duke purred, smiling that lady-killer smile of his. Then he dipped his head again and layered a sizzling trail of kisses from her ear to her collarbones. Walking backwards on his hands, he positioned himself over her breasts, then leaned down to tease first one tip with his tongue, then the other.
She gasped softly as he lowered himself to his forearms, the hot steely length of him brushing along her thighs. Yielding to his unconscious suggestion, she opened them and Duke settled his hips between her knees and pressed a kiss to her soft belly.
“Ooh!” sh
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