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“Marry me. Please marry me. I want to wed you next Season with pomp and circumstance and the whole of polite society in the cathedral.”

Yasmin felt a surge of happiness so intense that it felt as if her skin prickled. “No.”

His eyes turned bleak, and she realized how much power she had over Giles. Over the man she loved most in the world.

“You don’t love me?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.” She leaned forward, and their lips met.

She held his face in her hands, kissing him fiercely.

“Will you make love to me?” His voice was hoarse.

At her joyous nod, he moved the basket to the floor, stood up, and pulled up her skirts.

“Giles! I thought you meant in a bedchamber!”

“May I?”

She laughed.

A rip signaled silk smalls torn apart. Yasmin almost came with the first rough swipe of his thumb. She was wet and ready, had been from the moment he strode into the room. Shameful—but she refused to accept that emotion.

“God, I missed you,” Giles groaned out. He sat down, pulled her on top of him. “All right?”

Yasmin giggled. “I love it when my oh, so proper earl loses his head.”

Kissing her, he held her up and thrust inside, filling her so suddenly that she winced.

Instantly, he stilled. “Not good?”

“Wait,” Yasmin gasped. “A minute. I need to—I need a minute. What if someone comes in?”

“They would have no idea,” Giles said into her ear. “Look down, Yasmin.”

Her satin overskirt had billowed around them, falling from the window seat to the floor.

“Not that Jake’s butler would ever allow someone to enter this room.” A rumble of amusement went through his voice. “He’s no fool.”

She took a deep breath. The feeling of being uncomfortably full was easing. She wiggled.

He drew out the letter stuck in her bodice. “May I read this someday?”

Yasmin gave him a mischievous smile. “Perhaps.”

Giles tossed it into the basket and yanked down her bodice. His mouth bent to her breast, and she sighed, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. Then her eyes widened as he effortlessly lifted her in the air until only the very end of his thick cock was still inside.

“Yes?” he asked hoarsely.

Yasmin nodded and gasped when he let her body slide down at the same moment he thrust up. Slowly, he began to rhythmically flex beneath her, his hips rising over and over until she had to clench her teeth to stop cries flying into the air.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, his hands holding her hips tightly. “I love making love to you like this.” He lifted her again and let their bodies slide back together so she felt every inch of him.

Sweat was prickling on Yasmin’s back and behind her knees. She was clinging to his shoulders, allowing every thrust to jolt pleasure through her body, chasing a wanton heat that was spreading through her legs. “Like what?” she breathed. “Oh, please, go faster.”

“No.” Giles leaned in and nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “Slow is best.”

Yasmin clenched him intimately, as hard as she could.