At the Duke's Service by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online

body so—so incredibly and magnificently formed! Or his lovemaking ecstasy beyond my wildest dreams! I already love you so very much, Xander,” she repeated quietly.
    â€œMy darling!” Joy lit up the previously austere lines of Alexander’s face.
    Angelina placed her hands upon his chest as he would have taken her in his arms. “Xander, a duke cannot marry the daughter of a woman who was both an—an actress and a—”
    â€œThis duke can certainly marry whom he damn well pleases!” he stated with all the arrogance of that duke, his expression once again softening as he saw how apprehensive his beloved still looked. “Please say you will marry me, Angel. I cannot bear even the thought of living another day without knowing you are to be mine forever!” he admitted gruffly.
    Could she? Could Angelina Hawkins, the illegitimate daughter of an actress and a lord, reallymarry a duke? No, that was not the question. The question was, how could she not marry Alexander, duke or otherwise, when he asked her, when he proclaimed his love for her, when he said he adored her and could not bear to live without her?
    Her eyes glowed and her cheeks felt warm. “I do love you so very much, Xander.”
    â€œAnd…?”
    She smiled up at him lovingly. “And I did so enjoy our lovemaking yesterday evening.”
    His eyes glittered with the same remembered enjoyment. “And…?”
    â€œAnd if you are really sure that you want me—”
    â€œAngel, I have never been surer of anything in my so-far jaded existence!” he vowed fiercely.
    â€œThen, my love, my darling Xander, wholeheartedly accept your proposal of marriage!”
    â€œAngel!” Alexander drew her into his arms and pulled her down onto the chaise beside him before his mouth claimed hers.
    â€œYour aunt…?” Angelina reminded worriedly as those kisses threatened to spiral into another bout of lovemaking.
    Alexander stood to cross the room and turn the key in the lock. “Has plenty of other salons in which she might receive her afternoon guests,” he assured dismissively as he returned to her side.
    Clothes were discarded. Murmurs and ecstatic sighsfollowed. A gasp as Alexander thrust into Angel to claim her. A soft and muffled scream minutes later as Angel’s pleasure reached its satisfying peak. Quickly followed by Alexander’s own achingly ecstatic groans as those inner quakes and spasms caused him to spill himself deep inside her.
    â€œI believe Hawk to be a fitting name for our first son,” Angel murmured sometime later as she lay still naked and deeply sated in Alexander’s arms. “In order that my own name is not lost completely.”
    â€œWhatever you wish, my darl—First son?” Alexander echoed as he sat up slightly in order that he might look down at her. “How many sons are you planning on giving me?” he prompted indulgently, knowing that he could deny this woman nothing. That she did, indeed, hold the whole of his heart in her tiny hands.
    â€œOh, at least two, possibly three,” his Angel assured him lightly.
    â€œAs long as we also have a daughter, or two, with your beauty, golden curls and determined nature,” Alexander murmured with satisfaction. “Although I think I would prefer that they not attend Miss Bristow’s school in Brighton!” he added dryly.
    â€œI have so far heard no complaints from you concerning my own tutelage,” Angelina teased huskily.
    â€œAnd neither will you,” Alexander assured warmly. “In fact, I am already looking forward to sharing the revelations of your next lesson!”
    Angelina laughed softly. “We have only just begun, my darling,” she promised warmly.
    Alexander gazed down at her adoringly, utterly sure of his love for this warm and wonderful woman. Knowing that, with her, each day together would be a joy, each night a revelation, to be savored