The Duke's Love: Regency Romance Menage Fantasy Short Stories
Rita Ryan
They had gone out on the dance floor, he was graceful, funny, and witty. He had her laughing so hard that she literally had tears streaming from her eyes. Priscilla remembered the point in the night where she had wished he liked her as much as she was finding that she like him. The time that night had flown by, before they knew it people were leaving the dance, and they didn’t want to part, but had too. After all she had a reputation to keep, and spending the night with a man before she was married would sully her family name.
Reluctantly they had parted ways that night, but the next day he was at her parent’s door. She remembered their pleasure at the fact that such a well-known gentleman had called on her, and that he was surely falling in love with their beautiful daughter. Her mother had known long before Priscilla was sure of his love. Priscilla remembered her mother making a comment about her and Harold marrying one day, she had gotten red hot at the thought. As of that moment they had kissed, but nothing else. His kisses though were something else. He knew how to kiss, he was gentle, yet he demanded her full passion back.