Page 97 of The Scoundrel and the Debutante

Roan grinned and nipped at her bottom lip. “Will you let me in the tub with you?”

She kissed his mouth and slid her hand down his chest, to his cock. “Will you allow me to put my feet wherever I like?”

He cupped her breast with one hand, grabbed the tail of hair she’d let down with his other and pulled her closer. “Will you allow me to put my mouth whereverIlike?”

“I will insist on it, Mr. Matheson.”

“Youarea tart. God, how I love you.”

How she loved him. “Show me, you old scoundrel.”

Roan did as she asked—he showed her just how deeply he loved her that night.

A month later, Prudence confirmed she was expecting her second child.

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