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and nephews. The children had almost gathered up everything. Lady Sophie led Lady Maryanne to help her.
    “Of course.” His deep baritone rumbled over her. “But tonight, while you are asleep in your small room, on a bed that I assume is not very comfortable, I want you to imagine what it would be like to be bound to a bed with a soft, thick mattress and silk sheets. Then imagine a gentleman’s mouth tasting you, everywhere—”
    “Stop this .”
    The children were returning. “Come,” she said hurriedly to them. “Hold hands and we must hurry back home.” She planted one hand on the pram’s handle and pushed, clasped Lady Maryanne’s hand with the other, and walked swiftly as the children trotted behind.
    Now she knew the Duke of Greybrooke was no hero after all. He had boldly propositioned her—a decent, respectable governess.
    Or had he? Biting her lip, Helena glanced back. The duke was watching her, stroking his chiseled jaw, frowning. When he saw her head swivel, he lifted his hat in a gentlemanly farewell. His lips quirked in a smile, and his eyes glittered with amusement.
    Had he just been teasing her because she’d chastised him?
    It didn’t matter, did it? She’d discovered from gossip that Greybrooke was arrogant, licentious, and without any moral compass. Now she could imagine he was capable of anything.
    Perhaps even treason.

2
    A woman in a corset, tied up, positioned on her hands and knees, with her naked derriere sticking up in the air. Normally this erotic scene would have him hard, intrigued, and ready to play.
    Not tonight.
    Damian Caldwell, the fifth Duke of Greybrooke—known as Grey—sighed. He rose from his engulfing black leather chair, which stood in front of the raised dais like a throne. He prowled to Ruby, who awaited him, positioned for his pleasure on a throw of purple velvet. She squirmed with anticipation.
    Red-haired Ruby had her wrists and ankles bound with black leather straps. Her cheek was on the velvet surface, her pale bottom sticking out toward him. She wore a corset of black silk, laced tight to mold her generous curves into a sensual hourglass shape. Her breasts spilled over the cups, her rouged nipples squashed against the velvet.
    She was waiting to be spanked.
    He should be planning exactly what carnal game he wanted to play here, in the private domination room in this exclusive club, the House of Exotic Desires. He should not be thinking of Miss Winsome. But he could not seem to drag his thoughts away from her.
    Grey strolled to Ruby and tapped her lightly on her ass with a riding crop. “Apologies, my dear. My heart is not in the game tonight. You deserve a more attentive gentleman to spank you.”
    Her soft voice was partly muffled by the velvet, as she said desperately, “No, Your Grace, it’s you I want tonight. No other gent makes me feel what you do.” Her full breasts moved with her deep breaths. “You can make me come even before you touch me with the crop. I don’t know how you do it.”
    He laughed gruffly. “You are charming, Ruby. On any other night, flattery would get you everywhere. But not this one, alas.”
    He dropped the stiff-handled riding crop to the floor. Crouching, he helped Ruby to sit up. Her creamy breasts jiggled, her rouged nipples stuck out toward his mouth, but his cock did not even pulse.
    He had struck up a regular appointment with Ruby because she submitted to his every desire. He liked to fuck hard, to take his pleasure to the edge.
    So why was he so intrigued by Miss Winsome? A gentleman didn’t do the things he enjoyed with a prim, dutiful governess.
    But it appeared his standing arrangement with Ruby was to come to an end. Lovely as she was, she no longer captured his interest.
    Swift motions of his fingers undid the leather strap that bound Ruby’s wrists together. “You might as well rest, my dear, before your next client.”
    Panic glinted in her large brown eyes. “Please do not leave, Your Grace. Mrs. Gull will