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Chapter 8
They couldn’t find their own damn room, could they?
Josephine buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, shaking.
Was she crying?
Richard ran a soothing hand up and down her naked back. The soft skin against his fingers ignited his passion once again. Richard gritted his teeth. He doubted she’d be in the mood to continue their liaison now.
She raised her head, still clutching his shoulders. “It had to happen today of all days,” she said with a chuckle.
“Are you laughing?” Richard asked as he smiled broadly at her. The woman was full of surprises.
Josephine nodded as she tried to pull up her bodice. “When one thing goes wrong, I might as well expect everything else to go wrong, too.” She was still chuckling.
Richard scoffed. “Here. Let me.”
He hooked his fingers inside her bodice and tugged it up, covering her magnificent breasts. He mourned the loss of the view of those soft, white globes. They tasted divine, too.
“Not everything went wrong today, did it?” he asked hoarsely. He cupped the nape of her head, his fingers playing with her hair.
She moaned and leaned against his touch, her eyes closing. “It shouldn’t have happened,” she said breathlessly.
“You keep saying that. But why is it so wrong for us to enjoy each other’s bodies? We fit perfectly. Our needs are matched. We find passion in each other.”
“Because.” Josephine opened her eyes and fought to get up.
Richard groaned as she artlessly rubbed against his still-erect length. He took her by the waist and deposited her onto her feet. She wobbled, holding on to him to keep upright. She was still just as drunk on their passion as he was.
Why deny it? Why deny them the pleasure?
“Because I worked hard to get away from this image. The mistress. The courtesan.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Richard frowned. He stood and started adjusting his clothing. He tugged on his waistcoat and it sagged.Damn. He cursed under his breath. The vixen had ripped his waistcoat.
“There is nothing wrong with that,” she muttered under her breath. “That’s just not what I want. I won’t be a kept woman. I am capable enough to take care of myself.”
Richard raised his head and regarded her under furrowed brows. “You don’t have to be that. We can just indulge in each other without any expectations.”
She let out a bitter scoff. “You say that. But the moment you want more, you shall offer me a position as your mistress.”
Richard grimaced. “I won’t.”
She shook her head, smoothing the skirts of her gown. “Even if that’s true. If other people see us together, they will assume I am under your protection—”
“Youareunder my protection,” Richard growled. “Whether you become my mistress or not, as long as we are having an affair, you shall be under my protection. I won’t let any other fop touch you.”
“I don’t want to be under your protection.”
He scoffed. “So you’d rather flirt with every other gentleman you see?”
She shrugged. “I shall flirt with whomever I like.”
He took a menacing step. “Will you also fuck whomever you like?”
She held her ground, her face rising to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to be your or anybody else’s plaything, my lord.”
“I think we moved past you calling me my lord. You called me Richard.” He smirked. “I heard.”
