The Scoundrel and the Debutante (The Cabot Sisters #3)

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I learned it from you, you scoundrel.”


“I tried to warn you about scoundrels but, naturally, you wouldn’t listen,” he said, his hand finding her waist, his body hardening.

Prudence thought of that moment in Ashton Down when she’d decided to follow this scoundrel. She would always wonder how a girl like her, who had always done what she was supposed to do, could so utterly abandon everything she was in a single moment. It was as if she’d been standing still for so long that the moment she moved, it all moved very fast.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, her tongue flicking across his lips. “I think I would feel much better with a bath. Will you wash my hair?”

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 wherever I like?”

“I will insist on it, Mr. Matheson.”

“You are a 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.