How to Marry a Duke (A Cinderella Society 2)

He kept at his ministrations until her eyes had drifted closed and she moved against him helplessly. “How? Priya?”

“What?” She sounded dazed, muddled. Perfect.

He grinned.

She opened one eye. “You’re terrible.”

His fingers inched closer to her sex, stroking. “True.”

“But if you hurry,” she gasped. “I can still have all of their pockets picked by the time dessert is served.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He licked at her again, deeply. “Now hush, I’ve ducal duties to perform.”