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The Tale of Il Porcellino
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With one hand tucked snugly into Duke’s and her other trailing her scarf behind her, Caitlyn followed him down the wide avenue blocked at the near end with road barriers. Despite the dark, her eyes were turned upwards, examining the dark brown columned building beside her, trusting him to guide her safely. “What is this place? Why is it blocked off?” “The mercato. And it’s only blocked to vehicle traffic. During the daytime, this place is packed with people.” He rounded a corner to the right as they passed the last column, dragging her with him. “There.” As if to reinforce the idea of an enchantment, the Fontana del Porcellino rested to one side of the small court of closed shops, its snout gleaming brightly in the dim light. Despite the noise of the city, Caitlyn could clearly hear the trickle of the fountain’s water, a thin stream that dribbled from the boar’s opened mouth between its curved tusks. Unlike the rest of the bronze statue, the snout was
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Urging Caitlyn to follow the older Gerardo, Duke closed rank behind her as they navigated the tight quarters of the restaurant.“Where is he taking us?” she whispered anxiously over her shoulder. “Every table is filled, every seat at the bar taken.”“Not to worry, darlin’. Gerardo’s been successful in business here for nearly fifty years.”Ahead the restauranteur made a sharp left, guiding them through a curtained door. On the other side, a long narrow room opened with more table seating tucked inside cozy partitions for privacy and romantic ambiance.“He knows how to take care of his VIPs,” he said smugly.“Oh!” she breathed, tipping her head back and slowing to a halt to take in the extraordinary design, created to give the impression of dining on an outdoor terrace. Murano-glass chandeliers resembling fruit-laden grapevines were suspended in the air from arbor beams over each booth and beyond them, the vaulted ceiling was painted a rich, midnight blue that sparkled with gold-leafed
Italy With A Duke Slow Dance
It was the last thing that Caitlyn had expected to hear thousands of miles away from home on a piazza in Italy, but there was no mistaking the familiar tune and the lyrics of the sultry songstress singing Ella Fitzgerald. Grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, Duke dragged her with him through the loose crowd, to an empty spot beneath the illuminated fountain of Neptune. There, he pivoted, his open palm sliding around her waist to her lower back to press her against him while his free hand lifted hers. “Let’s dance.” “There’s no one dancing!” she sputtered in a near-panic. He merely grinned, politely refusing to accept her refusal. “There will be.” “I—no! Duke—I—can’t!” Stumbling over the cobblestones, she clung to him, tripping over her own feet and his. “Sure, you can,” he encouraged, reluctantly allowing some space between their bodies and directing her attention to his feet. “It’s a two-step. Easy-peasy for a woman with your IQ.
Italy With A Duke Fast Forward
“You sure about this?” Duke demanded again, waving the key card in front of the sensor lock beside the knob and gritting his teeth in frustration when the little red light didn’t waver. Wedging her soft, sweet body between him and the door, Caitlyn knotted her fingers in his shirt at his waist. “I’m sure,” she replied firmly, then her voice dropped to a soft whisper. “Take me to bed with you, Duke.” Utterly vexed, he groaned, banging the card against the sensor several times. Forcing himself to be calm, he rested it gently against it and waited a three-count. An ear-blistering string of obscenities hissed from his mouth. Hell with it. He’d just break the damned thing down. Then a flash of brilliance struck him. Stuffing his hand back in his pocket, he pulled out the second key card he’d been carrying, then waved it in front of the sensor. Immediately, the light blinked from red to green. Brainless idiot—he’d been waving her room key in front of his door. He c
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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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Beneath him, Caitlyn slumped, her exhausted body flattening on the bed, limp as a rag doll. Releasing her wrists, Duke lowered his body with hers. Careful not to separate their merged flesh, he rolled her with him to his side so her slender form wasn’t suffering his weight. She sighed, pillowing her neck on his muscled bicep as he wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his chest. For several long moments, the only sound in the room was the mingled song of their heaving breath. Under his arm, he could feel her pounding heart, slowly settling into its resting rhythm along with his. “Caitlyn?” A drowsy little hum was all he got in return. “Darlin’, did I hurt you?” “Mmm, no.” For a moment, she said nothing more and Duke nuzzled into her hair, believing she’d fallen asleep. He pressed a light kiss at her temple, snuggling her tight against him. “Duke?” “Did you say something, darlin’?” He wasn’t certai
Italy With A Duke Some-when Else
Caitlyn’s eyes flew open wide as a warm mouth closed over the puckered tip of her breast, sending her body rocketing into the stratosphere. She arched, trying to focus, driving away the bewilderment. Her confusion retreated as she concentrated. Not Alex. Alex had never touched her breasts with his lips, never teased the tip with his hot mouth. And the fingers inside her were longer, surer and so so much more skilled. The forearm clutched by her desperate palm was thicker, stronger and more powerful. An outdoorsman, not an academic. Beneath her seeking, trembling hand, the hair she stroked was thick and curling, not straight and short and bristly. She felt like a cheat. Like some shameless, adulterous whore, imagining how devastated Alex would have been to know she’d been with another man, pretending to herself that it was him. How crestfallen would Duke be to know she was dreaming of herself with her long-lost husband? “Duke, I—.” she gasped, then arc
Italy With A Duke Present
The low sounds of breaths drawn harshly into heaving lungs loomed into the long silence that followed their lovemaking, peppered with the nearly inaudible pop of the tender kisses Duke layered along Caitlyn’s jaw, the side of her neck and across her shoulder. He released her knees in part to make her more comfortable, but mostly so he could have every supple inch of her making physical contact with his skin. Beneath him, she quivered still with each tiny aftershock that passed between them. Her slender arms twined about his neck, but instead of clinging to him for dear life, she held him gently now. The clean floral of her hair and skin was overlaid with his scent, like an invisible brand upon her, soothing to the possessive beast inside him who’d claimed her as his own. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” His regret suffused his whispered voice in the semi-darkness. “But when you woke me up, touching me and with the things you said,” he shook his head, “my self-control
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