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“You do?” He cocked his head.
Amalia nodded. “Very much. That length especially.” She tucked her knees to her chin. “You’re handsome no matter what, but I like the beard, I’ve decided. Especially, as I can imagine it rubbing my skin as you move down my body again.”
His mouth went dry. She couldn’t mean now, could she? With her parents milling about? Like they were teenagers once more? His body strained as lust spiked in his veins. The risk, the tantalizing naughtiness of it...
He clenched his hands tighter. “So you’d be interested in that today?”
“With you? Yes.” She bit her lip. “Would you be? Now?”
Yes. A million yeses. Over and over again, preferably while she screamed his name. Except...if they did anything now, they’d most assuredly be caught and he’d be thrown from the Truitt house before he could complete the assignment, secure the promotion, and start the next phase of his plan. One where he wrote his own story, way more interesting than anything in the Torah. And found a way for her to be there too.
“Please?” Amalia drew up on her knees. Like a moth to flame he was at the bedside. She leaned towards him and nipped his lower lip, while rubbing herself against his body. Oy, he was in trouble. The best sort. He grabbed both her wrists and pushed her back a little.
“David,” she whined.
“Amalia,” he mimicked and smiled at her. “I haven’t said ‘yes.’”
She snatched her arms back and folded them across her chest, sinking back on the bed with a harrumph. “But you will.”
“Perhaps. If you behave yourself.” He gave her a tap on the nose and she squawked a surprised half laugh, before cocking her head at him.
“And what if I don’t behave myself.” She rose on her knees again and undid the top of her gown. “What if I’m very, very, very naughty?”
She was such delicious trouble, trouble he could never, ever resist. He shook his head and tutted a little. “Amalia, you’re going to destroy my nerves if you keep doing that.”
Humming a little, she pressed her hands to her hips. “You like when I do that.”
“I like it too much.” He tapped her nose again. “You’re distracting me though. I’m supposed to be getting ready, as are you, and I still have work to do this evening.”
All reasonable, true points. Though by the look on her face...well, at least someone was as tortured as him. Maybe. Hopefully. God, if only.
She sighed. “Later then?”
“Have I ever said no to you? Especially when you beg?” Despite himself he approached again and stroked her hair. She near purred and he was drowning in lust. His wits, he needed his wits if he was ever going to figure out what came next. Even still, he was losing the battle bit by bit.
Though he received a bit of reprieve as Amalia rose and turned towards the door. “I’m holding you to it,” she called.
“I don’t doubt it.” And he didn’t. She’d get what she wanted. And eventually, he’d find a way to give it to her, while still protecting her, from outside threats and from himself.
She turned to go just as a jolt of mischief that only she could bring reverberated through his body.
“And, Amalia,” he called.
“Yes?” She paused at the door, her back to him.
“Be as naughty as you want tonight. Just remember there might be consequences.” He smirked to himself. Let’s see what she did with that.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She winked at him before disappearing into the hall and closing the door behind her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amalia clutched a chair as her maid tightened her corset. It should pinch more. A lot more. Especially if she wanted her new gown with the pearl-trimmed ruffles around the scooped neck to lie as it should.
“Harder,” she called. “It feels loose.”
“That’s because you’ve lost weight. All that running around the wilderness,” the maid grumbled as she obliged. “You might need to have this taken in.”
“Only to be let out tomorrow after this party.” Amalia chuckled to herself a little. “I heard that my mother has quite the extensive menu, including some of my favorites.” She licked her lips a little as visions of peaches, and bread pudding, and smoked fishes and olives danced in her head. Not as good as her plans for afterwards, but still exciting.
