As the day continued Cordelia’s mind ran through
fantasies of Anton. She longed to feel his hands firmly grip her again. The memory of his c**k on her tongue distracted her as she helped prepare the evening meal.
Slurping soup in the kitchen with Becky, Cordelia listened to Josephine try to flirt with him at dinner. Her shrill jokes became ever more desperate.
Becky shook her head in sympathy. ‘Something tells me she isn’t going to be a duchess anytime soon.’
Cordelia swallowed another spoonful and smiled.
Just as Cordelia was preparing to go to bed, Becky rushed up to her. ‘The Duke has asked that you prepare him a bath... in his room.’
‘Me?’ asked Cordelia.
Becky nodded. With her heart racing, Cordelia went upstairs. When she arrived, Anton was lying back on his bed reading. As sh
