The Duke’s Mysterious Lover (SURPRISE! DUKES #6) by Caroline Lee EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Caroline Lee
- Language: English
- Genre: Historical Romance
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Katherine Pastorino, known to family and friends as Kit since
the day she was born, tried not to stare at her employer’s
penis.
“Good lord, lad, if ye blush any pinker, ye’ll burn yer
necktie!” With a teasing grin, Thorne Cumming, the Duke of
Stroken, snatched the towel from her hand and wrapped it
around his trim waist as he climbed from the tub. “Ye’d
think ye’ve never seen a naked man before!”
Ah.
That, of course, was the unintended problem with cutting
one’s hair and donning trousers. Lads were expected to know
what penises looked like. Lads were expected to have penises,
and presumably to have played with them regularly.
Kit had not.
Obviously.
Oh, she’d seen penises before, and even knew what to do
with them. It wasn’t hard—uhh, difficult, once one had the
basics. But she rarely had the opportunity to play with them.
Although, if she were being honest with herself, her
employer had one she wouldn’t mind playing with, not one
bit. How in the hell did a lazy, entitled, spoiled rake like the
Duke of Stroken—because yes, she’d heard his reputation,
even newly arrived in London—manage to keep so fit? He
looked as if he could have modeled for Michelangelo—who’d
known a perfect male specimen when he’d seen one—with
those abdominal muscles that slid into a vee which seemed
to point her gaze to—
“Drain the water, would ye, Kit?” the Duke called over his
shoulder as he strolled into his dressing room. “Then come
help me choose a waistcoat for tonight.”
“Yessir,
” she mumbled, pleased for the reprieve, glad he
hadn’t realized the real reason her cheeks had heated.
Knowing well his impatience, she hurried to drain the
water from the tub and wipe up the bubbles from the
porcelain. It had been bad enough having to stand there with
a stack of towels, but when he’d asked her to scrub his back
—
Let’s just say that her blush had started somewhere
around his right flank, and was still threatening her blood
pressure.
“Kit!” he called as she tossed the towel into the hamper.
“I’m coming, Your Grace!”
At least she was getting better at remembering to call him
that, instead of Sir, which was what her American-born
mother had instilled in her. Titsworth had drilled her
incessantly in Kit’s first week in the Stroken household, and
although she sometimes forgot, she was getting better. My
lord apparently wasn’t good enough for dukes, either.
Not that this particular duke seemed to care one way or
the other, she thought as she all but skidded into the
dressing room to find a half-naked man holding two
waistcoats.
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