Chapter Thirty
Perry captured the charm and stopped it spinning. He looked at the little four-leafed clover and then at her candlelit face. Violet Garland. Impatient and impetuous, quick-witted, bossy, stubborn, inquisitive. The duke’s daughter in his bed whom he desperately wanted to swive.
He really ought not to.
But he wanted to—and more importantly, she wanted to.
Perry looked at the charm, and decided that some things you just had to take on faith. “Very well.”
“I want to be on top,” Lady Violet announced—and that was another thing Perry liked about her. She asked for what she wanted.
“All right.” He released the charm and put his hands at her waist, helping guide her into position. “It might hurt at first,” he cautioned, and then the sensitive head of his c**k brushed the entra
