Page 146 of Never Besmirch a Wallflower: Dukes and Wallflowers

Miss Braddock snickered and pressed her face against Levi’s chest, hiding her smile.

“What is it?” he asked quietly, hooking his finger under her chin and lifting her eyes to his.

“Miss Webb is scheming again,” she whispered.

“Again?”

Gesturing between them, Miss Braddock blushed. “You were her first endeavor; the Duke of Beaufort is her second.”

“Then, I must thank her,” he said and bent his head, his mouth stopping a breath from hers. “She knew my heart before I did. Perhaps she knows Beaufort’s as well.”

The intoxicating scent of lily of the valley washed over him, lighting the desire that never seemed to extinguish.

“Where’s your brother?” he murmured as the delightful fire raged through his body.

“Waiting for me in the parlor,” Miss Braddock replied, the vibrations of her voice tickling his lips.

“He’s going to be waiting for you for a while.” Taking Miss Braddock’s hand, he led her from the study and down the corridor toward the greenhouse. “Have I ever told you where to find my favorite place in the world?”

She gestured at the—repaired—glass door. “I assume it’s your conservatory.”

“Incorrect.” He lifted her hand to his lips. “It’s any location that contains you.”

The End