The Earl In My Bed: A Forgotten Princesses Valentine Novella - Plot & Excerpts
He’d debated following Paget home the previous evening but thought it best to give her the night to gather her thoughts and adjust to the reality of her situation. Their situation, he amended, his jaw clenching. He’d done this to the both of them. No mistake about it. And it had nothing to do with his need to protect his brother. He’d been selfish and greedy for her. Kissing Paget again had been totally self-driven, and the consequences were his to bear. Owen would never forgive him, but there was no way around it. He could not stand aside and watch as Paget fell to ruin. The least he could do was not openly enjoy the notion that she would be his . . . that he could have her in his bed. He could reach for her any time. Touch her. Kiss her. Sink inside her body and spend himself. Amazingly, in the span of one night, he had grown to accept the idea. Even anticipate it. Almost like it was always meant to be. Paget and him. Not Paget and Owen. The housekeeper led him to Vicar Ellsworth’s office.
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