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Her cheeks redden slightly, and she bites her lip before replying with a soft, "Okay."
I grab the remote and aim it at the TV in the living room, pressing the power button. Nothing happens. I try again, cursing internally when the screen remains dark.
But then, Grace speaks up, her voice hesitant yet inviting.
"If you want, we could watch the movie in the bed."
Chapter Four
GRACE
I can't believeI just asked Duke to watch a movie in bed with me.
What am I doing? This isn't like me at all. I've never even kissed a guy before, and now I'm inviting him into my bed? My pulse races as I consider the implications of what I've just done.
"Sounds perfect," Duke's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. His grin is seductive, his blue eyes piercing through me. "I'd love that."
"Great," I stammer, trying to sound casual. "Let me just go to the bathroom and change. I hate wearing jeans in bed."
The words tumble out of my mouth, but I know it's more than just the jeans. It's the anticipation of being close to him, the man I can't stop thinking about.
As I head toward the bathroom, I can feel his gaze on me. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. But there's no turning back now. This is happening, and I have to face whatever comes next.
Inside the bathroom, I lean against the counter and groan internally. What's wrong with me?
Ever since arriving at this hotel last night, my hormones have been all over the place. I'm dying for Duke to touch me, todo...something. And now, I've invited him into my bed. I splash water on my face, hoping to cool down my racing thoughts.
When I return to the bedroom, I swallow hard. Duke is lying on the bed without a shirt, his bulging muscles and tattoos on full display.
My heart stammers in my chest, and my mouth goes dry. Trying to keep it light, I ask jokingly, "What happened to your shirt?"
He smirks, those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. "It's warm in here." Stretching out his arm, he invites me closer. "Come here, baby."
I hesitate for a moment, but then I crawl into bed beside him. His skin feels like a furnace, and I can't help but shiver as my body brushes against his.
I slide under Duke's arm, my body pressed against his warmth, and we focus on the TV. Lady Chatterly's Lover fills the screen - a surprisingly spicy romance movie. The lovers' passionate encounters make my cheeks flush and my heart race.
As I snuggle close, Duke's arm wraps around me, pulling me even nearer. I can hear his steady heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of his chest.
"Interesting choice," Duke murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. I can't help but feel a little embarrassed for picking such an explicit film.
"Sorry, I didn't realize it would be this... intense," I admit, biting my lip. But truthfully, I can't tear my eyes away from the screen, feeling the heat between the characters seep into me as well.
As we watch, I sense Duke's eyes fixed on the TV, but his fingertips trace circles along my arm absentmindedly. My panties grow damp from being so close to him, and I fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together for some friction.
"Is everything okay?" he asks softly, pressing his lips to my hair, his breath warm against my scalp.
I squeeze my eyes shut, nodding. "Yeah, everything's fine." My voice wavers, betraying my desire.
Duke licks my ear gently before whispering, "Don't lie to me, baby. I can hear your pussy dripping from here."
A fresh gush of moisture floods my panties at Duke's words. I don't know what to say or how to respond. But deep down, I'm silently begging for more. I can't believe this is happening, but I can't deny how desperately I want it.
"I'm your man, baby," Duke murmurs, pausing at the hollow of my throat before continuing his trail of kisses down my body. "When you're with me, you can have anything you want. All you have to do is ask."
As Duke settles between my legs, the heat in the room grows unbearable. He begins licking the inside of my thighs, so tantalizingly close to where I ache for him. My fingers clutch the bedsheets, trembling from the anticipation.
"Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
