Duke, Actually

by Jenny Holiday

Dani: How did I get into my pajamas? Max: I ripped off your dress with my teeth and manhandled you into them. I am the Depraved Duke, after all.

“You looked at me first.” “What?” What was he— Oh. Oh. She gasped as goosebumps rose on her skin. He remembered. She was frozen in place, shivering with his hand on her bare shoulder, his skin on her skin. She was his prey, and she could no sooner move than if he’d literally caught her in a trap. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“What have we learned in the last year?” “What do you mean?” Seb rolled his eyes. “We’ve learned that love is more important than duty, you numbskull.”