A Good Debutante's Guide to Ruin_The Debutante Files

She’d never felt closer, never felt more linked with another soul. It was the most profound sense of intimacy. Being with Dec. Doing this with Dec. It awed her. He awed her.

After several moments he rolled to his side, taking her with him. He draped her long hair over her shoulder to press a kiss to her nape that sent shivers down her spine. She smiled idiotically, glad he couldn’t see it. He spooned her against his body, sighing against her neck.

“That was nice,” she whispered.

“Nice?” His deep voice purred against her neck.

“Very well. Better than nice.”

“I should hope.”

After a few moments his breathing slowed and evened behind her

“Are you falling asleep?” she asked.

“You should do the same,” he murmured. “It’s been an eventful night.”

She turned on her side and stared down at him incredulously. “You can’t sleep here. The servants—”

“All are in my employ.”

She sat up, clinging the covers to her chest. “That does not mean we can totally disregard propriety.”

He looked her up and down and attempted to tug the counterpane down to bare her breasts. He wore an infectious grin that made her stomach flip over. “Have we not already?”

She flushed. “We cannot do this so blatantly. There are rules—”

He kissed her. His lips claimed her, teasing at first and then growing firmer. She parted her lips and his tongue glided in, tasting, licking. Her bones began that slow melt again.

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him, tugging the counterpane and wrenching it aside so nothing was between them. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest.

His mouth moved, raining tiny biting kisses along her jaw. She gasped and shivered as his mouth nipped at her.

“You like that?” he murmured in a husky voice, licking the same area under her jaw. “Is that your spot?

Her response was a breathy little moan. She nodded twice, her hands traveling over his muscled chest. His hands skimmed down her sides, fingers locking around her hip bones, positioning her so his manhood rested directly at her opening.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at him. “Again?” So soon? Was it possible?

His hands dove into her hair, holding back the tumbling mass so he could better see her face. “We’re just getting started, Carrots. We can do this as much as you like.”

As much as she liked?

That was a dangerous thought indeed because right now she didn’t think she would ever stop liking this.

She rotated her hips, grinding against him. His breath hitched. She grinned down at him and echoed his early query, “Is that your spot?”

His smile widened. “Saucy, aren’t you?” He fisted her hair, wrapping it around his hand and wrist and tugging her mouth back down toward him. He feasted on her lips, licking, nipping, growling. “Do whatever you like. Take what you want.”

What he was inviting her to do thrilled her. He wanted her to take command? Feminine power swelled inside her. She continued to grind over him, rotating her hips on top of him. Quite accidentally, she moved in a way that shot sensation from her core straight to every nerve in her body.

“Oh!” she cried out, pressing harder on that spot.

“Find your sweet spot, did you?” he murmured approvingly, his fingers flexing on her hips.

She whimpered, everything in her tightening as she worked herself over him.

“Rosalie,” he gasped. “You’re going to make me . . . I need to be inside you.”

Nodding, she lifted herself and reached between them, closing her hand around his hardness. She guided him inside her, gasping as she lowered herself down on his shaft. He pushed into her, hot and pulsing,

She watched him, that feeling of empowerment swelling higher in her chest. And something else. Emotion too big, too intense to define.

He arched his throat, throwing back his head as she eased down, almost seating herself fully. His breath came in hard spurts.

She was sore from before, her stretching muscles burning in a good way, the friction making goose bumps break out over her flesh.

He groaned her name. His hands tightened and he pulled her the rest of the way, impaling her on him.

“Oh!” She arched her spine, certain she had never felt him so deep before.

He propped up on his elbows, taking her breast in his mouth. “Move,” he growled wetly around her nipple. “Move or I’m flipping you over.”

She moved, finding a rocking rhythm that brought her the most pleasure. She angled her hips so that every time she came down, she put pressure on that delicious, magical little spot that made her fly out of her skin.

“That’s it.” His fingers tightened in her buttocks and she moved harder, faster, driving toward that place he took her before. He watched her, the sight of her working above him, a slick sheen starting to glisten on her small, berry-tipped breasts, bringing him closer to release. Her fingers tightened around the nape of his neck and he bit down on one of her nipples.

Her entire body tightened, contracted, and she felt her channel clench around his cock.

Her mouth parted and he kissed her, swallowing her scream as she came apart, shaking and shivering over him. She collapsed on top of him and he flipped her over without severing the contact of their bodies. He moved then, pounding over her, racing toward his climax, his fingers digging into the swells of her bottom.

His release came, blinding hot. He dropped over her, burying his head in her neck. She relished the rapid rising and falling of his chest.

“Oh,” she breathed on something that was part sigh, part laugh. “Is it . . . always like this?” She sighed in contentment, closing her eyes, thoroughly satiated. Soon she was asleep.

He lifted his head to gaze solemnly down into her flushed face. He smoothed sweaty strands of hair back from where they clung to her face and neck and removed himself from her body with some reluctance. Positioning himself against her side, he stared down at her, admiring the line and hollows of her face, the sweet curve of her chin, that delicious upper lip with its pronounced dip in the middle.

“No. Not every time.” But a whisper meandered through him, settling with surety in his gut. But with her it would be. It would be this way every time.

He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. He knew because he had never even thought such a thing remotely possible before.





Chapter 21


Dec didn’t know how long he watched her sleep. Propped on one elbow beside her, his hand would occasionally stray to touch her face, her hair, the curve of her shoulder. He was tempted to have her again. Only concern for her comfort stayed his hand from slipping under the bedding and finding her warm softness waiting for him between her thighs. He’d used her untried body well. She’d be sore. He’d let her recover before he took her again. For take her he would.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he had thought maybe once he had a taste of her, it would be enough. He’d be satisfied. He knew instantly he had been wrong. He’d wanted her again. She made him feel. Hot sensation burned through him, shattered the usual numbness he felt. Nothing about joining his body with hers had been the usual. Everything had been more. Felt more.

And he wanted more.

Almost as soon as he finished. He did not think this desire for her would fade any time soon, and that left him with a bit of a dilemma.

She slept on blissfully unaware of his perusal, his touch, his thoughts. He would marry her now. There was no alternative. And he’d known that when he’d come to her room tonight. He knew and decided that he simply didn’t care. Having her would be worth it.