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She looked up at him gratefully, but vulnerability shone in her eyes. Richard couldn’t understand what she felt at that moment, but as soon as the introductions were finished, he was glad to escort his bride to their bedroom.
* * *
Panic gripped Jo’s throat in a tight embrace.
She was a viscountess.
And as such, she was expected to know what to do as a new mistress. But she didn’t. Hell, she couldn’t even remember the names of the servants! She’d just met them and already she was failing.
What had she expected would happen?
She didn’t know. For some odd reason, the domestic life of a viscountess, all her duties and responsibilities, were not in the forefront of her mind. Until now.
Her hands shook as Richard led her into his bedchamber. Their bedchamber?
Richard paused at the door and looked at her queerly. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Jo shook her head, but it was a lie.
Richard gave her a reassuring smile and opened the door. “Welcome to your chamber, my lady,” he said.
Jo slowly stepped inside, and her eyes widened with shock. She’d been to this townhouse before. She’d spent the night here when she’d brought Selena for her procedure. But the room she’d spent the night in was not nearly as spectacular as this one. The bed alone was half the size of that guest room! And the size of the room was at least five times bigger than that of her old room at Mrs. Digby’s.
And it was beautiful. Oh, how beautiful the room was. Luxuriously decorated in red and gold colors, it looked like a royal bedchamber.
Jo walked farther inside the room and twirled. “This is mine?”
Richard grinned, his shoulder propped against the doorjamb. “Yes. It is yours.”
Jo bit her lip. “Where is your room?”
He walked into her chamber, traversed the length of the room, and opened the door on the other side of her bed. “Here,” he said as he held the door open wide.
Jo hurried over to his side and peeked into his room. It was even bigger, if only slightly. But it had a masculine tone to it. And it smelled like Richard’s cologne.
“I will give you the tour on the morrow,” Richard said as he watched her astonished face.
“Why not today?” Jo asked absently, still studying his room.
“Today, I have other plans for you,” he said, then swiftly took her into his arms and carried her to his bed.
Jo shrieked as he deposited her onto the mattress.
Then she spread her arms as she lay on the huge, soft, four-poster bed, running her palms against the silk coverlet.
Richard stood over her, untying his cravat. “I didn’t assign you a lady’s maid yet,” he said casually. “Which means that I will have to act your maid tonight.”
Jo giggled, then rose to her knees. “Will I have to act your valet tonight, then?”
She started unbuttoning his waistcoat without waiting for him to answer.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “If you wish,” he said low, making goosebumps chase around her skin.
She ran her hands up his chest and pushed the waistcoat down. Richard groaned and captured her mouth with his lips.
Jo smiled as she swept her tongue inside, tasting wine and his dear, masculine taste. She held his face between her palms, her fingers brushing his hair.
Richard’s arms weaved around her, and he pulled her closer to him, rubbing her against his obviously erect cock.
