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  A Duet of Regency Sex Comedies

  By

  L.C. Zingera

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  Title One

  Nothing Less Than A Duke

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  Title Two

  The Mischievous Virgin

  Copyright 2012 by L.C. Zingera

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  This is a work of fiction.

  Any resemblance to persons living or dead

  is purely coincidental.

  Nothing Less Than A Duke

  By

  L.C. Zingera

  Chapter One

  London 1812

  “Nothing less than a duke will do,” Lady Adele declared. Her friends murmured their agreement, though not a single one of them except for her stood a chance of netting a duke and they all knew it. Lady Adele was the toast of the Season and the eldest daughter of a duke with a dowry to match her station.

  Vincent leaned back in the comfortable wing back chair and listened carefully, the four girls were completely unaware of his presence and he intended to keep it that way.

  “Lord Myerson is very handsome…” a small voice suggested.

  “But only a Viscount,” Lady Adele answered quickly.

  “Handsome doesn’t provide for our heirs,” Lady Susan interposed. “I certainly don’t want to live in a rundown manor house, do you?”

  “She’s right Cubby,” Lady Adele agreed.

  “I suppose so,” Cubby, the apparent owner of the small voice conceded.

  Cubby? Who named a girl Cubby? She was the only one he didn’t know, the rest were well known daughters of the Ton with expectations to match their stations.

  “The only duke here so far this Season is Lord Frightwood,” Lady Susan said and the girls all shuddered loudly and dramatically.

  “Rightwood,” Cubby corrected.

  “Trust me, if you’d ever seen him up close, you wouldn’t say that,” Lady Adele warned her.

  “I’ve seen him from a distance, and he’s perfectly fine,” Cubby defended.

  “You would change your mind if you had to consider which gentleman you were going to allow to nestle between your thighs,” Lady Rose said with a laugh.

  They all groaned.

  “What?” asked Cubby.

  “Oh my! She doesn’t know does she?” Lady Adele addressed the group in general.

  They all shook their heads including Cubby.

  “It’s like the animals on the farm Cubby, a man sticks his unmentionable between your thighs and…”

  “Susan!” Lady Rose cried in disgust.

  “Well it’s true!” Lady Susan declared.

  “I’m very well aware of that thank you very much!” Cubby defended herself quite well.

  “Well, perhaps you’re more grown up than we realized then!” Lady Susan teased.

  “I just can’t imagine letting that awful man do that to me!” Lady Adele said with a sigh, “but I suppose I will have to, at least a couple of times, if we’re to have heirs.”

  Vincent Blackheath, current Duke of Rightwood, the awful man himself, wanted to laugh aloud at the bizarre depiction of sex by the four very untutored debutantes. But remained silent as a ghost hidden behind the silk screen in the corner of the library where the girls were taking a break from the overheated ballroom. He observed only their shapes through a chink in the screen.

  “The animals seem to enjoy it you know,” Cubby said pragmatically. Vincent did his best to stifle his surprised snort of laughter.

  “Ugh!” the rest of them chorused again making loud dramatic shuddering sounds. Only one, Cubby, giggled.

  “Lord Frightwood does appear to be more beast than man,” Lady Susan pondered.

  “That shaggy mane and black eyebrows…he’s quite untamed I’m sure,” Lady Rose said.

  “It’s the amber eyes, they are positively predatory,” Lady Adele affirmed. “Like a wild animal.”

  “Can you imagine being alone in the dark with him…?” Lady Susan asked, a sudden tremor appearing in her voice.

  “I’d rather not!” Lady Adele declared.

  “I’m developing goose flesh at the very thought!” Lady Rose exclaimed.

  There then followed only the soft sounds of their ballroom slippers against the polished wooden floor and the creak of the brass hinges of the solid oak door, as the ladies apparently decided it was time to return to the ball.

  Vincent waited a few choice minutes for them to make their departure before leaving the comfort of his hidden spot. He still hadn’t caught a glimpse of the cheeky Cubby, she’d had her back turned to him the whole time. And exactly who was she? Both her voice and attitude were adorable and warranted further investigation. He scanned the ballroom, Lady Adele and Lady Susan two of the Duke of Rothersford’s daughters stood side by side with Lady Rose, Viscount Hardy’s daughter. No fourth girl was present, but then hadn’t they said ‘grown up enough’? She must be new on the marriage mart, two of the girls, the sisters, although both exquisitely beautiful in a brittle porcelain doll sort of way were each on their second Season. He wouldn’t be surprised to discover they needed a third to snag an acceptable suitor with those ugly attitudes. They didn’t hide them well either, as the daughters of a duke, perhaps they didn’t think they needed to.

  Damn it, he didn’t want to spend the whole Season seeking out a suitable bride. He didn’t need an influx of the ready, his estates were doing very well, thank you very much, though a dowry could always be handy. But certainly not handy enough to put up with those kind of disdainful attitudes for the rest of his life! Still, a cynical side of him almost relished the idea of putting one of them through enduring his ‘unmentionable’ between their thighs. He had a decent enough mistress after all, but he wanted children, he wanted a family, and he intended to get it. One way or another he would find a suitable bride who wasn’t destined to become an uppity old hag before she was twenty-five!

  Just for the hell of it, he strolled over to ask Lady Adele to dance first, as the oldest daughter of a duke she obviously expected it. And he would have a better chance to look over the rest of the crop from the dance floor. The room was just as he anticipated. Filled with almost identical girls, similar stature, similar dress, and hopeful expressions painted on their faces, except of course when they saw him and quickly averted their eyes lest he invite them to dance too. Apparently, even his enormous wealth and lofty title couldn’t compensate for his looks. Lady Adele’s smile was frozen in place. It might have been a grimace, it was hard to tell.

  “My father is here tonight Your Grace,” she said with emphasis, as if she expected him to be pleased at the notion he could offer for her right away.

  He didn’t answer, just merely raised a brow. That made her frown; he imagined her scowling pouty face over breakfast every day for the rest of his life and cringed. No doubt once she had secured his title she would affect a permanent case of the megrims and retire to her chambers to avoid him.

  “Are you well Your Grace?” she asked suddenly at his darkening expression. He’d been about to answer when a petite golden haired angel walked into the ballroom, she stood at the edge of the dance floor, and when his gaze connected briefly with hers, she smiled at him. His heart lurched.

  “Who is that?” he asked abruptly, nodding toward the adorable angel.

  “My little sister, Cuthbertina, this is her first Season.”

  Vincent’s gaze swept from Lady Adele to the angel and back, there was barely a trace of a family resemblance. Could this be Cubby? Suddenly his heart began to race as a plan took shape, and he smiled down at the stick figure in his arms. “You will i
ntroduce me,” he informed her, and propelled her across the dance floor toward the heavenly creature before she could demure.

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  Lord Rothersford stared at him as if he’d gone mad. There were those who thought he was. It was the scowling dark brows that got to them, he didn’t try to hide or retrain his thick heavy black brows or tidy his wild mane of jet black hair. He was a duke, therefore he could and would, do as he pleased. And what pleased him now, was Cubby. He focused his predatory amber eyes on the man before him and waited.

  “I cannot allow Cubby to go to the altar before Adele and Susan!” Lord Rothersford exclaimed.

  “In that case, I bid you good day!” Vincent rose to his feet and strode for the door. Counting down as he did so under his breath. Five four three two…

  “Very well!”

  He was back in the library, where he’d listened in on the girls only an hour earlier. He wasn’t about to waste any time, he knew which one he wanted, and he wasn’t going to allow some young buck to snap her up first. Cubby had mentioned that she found Lord Myerson handsome. When he’d requested an immediate audience with Lord Rothersford, everyone was apparently expecting him to offer for Adele.

  Vincent turned with a sardonic grin that made even Lord Rothersford shudder. But he didn’t make Cubby shudder. And soon he would be between those soft pink thighs. Then he would ensure he made her shudder in a very pleasing way. He’d held her softness in his arms tonight as they danced, just a taste of what she had to offer him. He could hardly wait to sample the rest.

  Chapter Two

  Vincent glanced across the carriage at his bride. It had all been accomplished in a matter of days with a special license. There was gossip, he knew there would be. Why had he chosen the younger sister, had there been inappropriate behavior…had he somehow compromised her…had Lord Rothersford forced his hand or had he simply taken an odd liking to her? Poor thing! Their faces were plainly readable. She was adorable and sweet natured, and he was pretty sure they were being compared to the old fable of the beauty and the beast. Yet oddly, in the brief amount of time he’d spent with her, it was plain that Cubby didn’t think of herself as beautiful at all and she wasn’t repulsed by him either.

  The brief wedding breakfast accomplished, they drove the short distance to Vincent’s townhouse. He didn’t want to drive all the way out into the country to his estate. He wanted her here and now. Cubby, whose full name Cuthbertina was entirely too long and formal for her, smiled happily at him. No one ever looked at him that way, he raised one sardonic brow, and her lips simply twitched a little. No, not intimidated at all. Very strange.

  But the day was still young.

  The members of his household staff were all lined up on the steps awaiting him and his new duchess. Vincent allowed her time to greet them briefly and then simply led her by the hand to his room, waving away the servants. They’d been plied with more food and drink than necessary at the wedding breakfast and had simply driven across town, they had no further need of refreshments, and he could give Cubby a tour of the house later. There was other business he wanted to attend to first.

  Cubby’s eyes rounded slightly when the door to his bedroom suite closed behind them and she found herself alone with Vincent for the first time. He leaned back against the sturdy oak paneled door and crossed his arms, observing her. She removed her bonnet, looking around.

  “It is a nice room Vincent,” she said. “Are we sharing?”

  “Sharing what?”

  “The room.”

  “Do you want to?” he asked curiously.

  “That would be nice, though I’m sure I will need a rather large dressing room, my trousseau is quite extensive, but…” Vincent walked toward her, she didn’t back up a single step. Decidedly odd.

  He pulled her into his arms; her palms came to rest on the dark fabric of his morning coat as she looked up at him.

  “I’m curious though,” she said conversationally. “Why would we share a bed? From what I have observed in other households, most couples do not share a room. And why is it that a wedding night is called ‘a bedding’, when I hardly think a bed is even necessary to accomplish the deed is it?”

  Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t think so?” Perhaps she was more knowledgeable than he’d first thought?

  “Not according to what I have witnessed in the animals in the fields, I mean…”

  Vincent barely held back his shout of laughter. He shook his head, biting his bottom lip.

  “That is why we’re here isn’t it? To accomplish the bedding right away?”

  “Yes.” The less he said the more he would learn from the loquacious Cubby, he decided.

  “Would you like me to assume the position?”

  Vincent nodded, eyes twinkling.

  “Where?”

  “Wherever you will be comfortable,” he said magnanimously. He hadn’t had this much fun in years, if ever.

  “Very well then. May I suggest the sheepskin rug? It does look very comfortable. It should be a little easier on my knees.”

  Her knees? Was she going to…she was! He watched in utter disbelief as Cubby walked toward the fireplace and knelt down on the enormous sheepskin rug, assuming a position he’d seen the animals in the fields use for mating. Waiting.

  “Is this all right?” she asked over her shoulder.

  Why look a gift horse in the mouth, or anywhere else for that matter? He could see from her position, the fabric of her thin cotton gown rested softly over her naked bottom. Suddenly, his humor vanished and he took a deep gulp of air.

  He knelt down behind her, and raised her skirt, she simply waited. This had never happened to

  him before; even his mistress would have a cheeky remark or two if he told her to get on all fours. But the sight of the two soft rounded globes of her pale pink bottom suddenly drove all thoughts of humor from his addled brain. This was what she wanted? Then it was what he would give her. His body hardened instantly at the thought. It couldn’t be this easy, could it?

  Cubby turned to look over her shoulder at the delay. She hadn’t even undressed. So perhaps she wasn’t quite as knowledgeable as she had seemed? On his knees behind her, he took both silky globes in his hands, caressing, just to see what she would do. She sighed. Was that good or bad? Impatience or pleasure? He stroked some more, down the very backs of her thighs, and thought he saw a delicate quiver run through her. Damn it, he couldn’t tell if she was happy about this or not, but his member was, he pressed up against her slightly, she appeared to be bracing herself in anticipation. The first bedding was something he should probably get on with, especially since she was making it so easy for him. He could teach her more in time, but he was beginning to think he would enjoy having her in this position quite regularly.

  He rose up behind her, freeing himself from the confines of his clothing, he allowed his shaft to rest against her bottom, she made a small sound at the feel of him there, but didn’t move away. He tugged her hips closer. “Put your elbows down on the ground Cubby,” he instructed.

  “Are you sure?” She didn’t sound at all certain of that idea.

  “Very.”

  Cubby complied and his blood thundered in his ears. Perfect! He could see her soft pink nether lips ready and waiting for him to part them and enter her feminine depths. His rod grew harder at the enticing sight. Very slowly he moved, finding her entrance with the head of his shaft and slowly inching his way inside. She was small and tight, and exquisite. He closed his eyes enjoying the hot tight silky feel of her, until he came to her barrier. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. With such a willing little wife, the last thing he wanted to do was put her off for any of their future encounters. Maybe a little distraction would be good. He doubted she’d ever felt what he was about to make her feel, though with Cubby, she might know her own body better than he thought! He reached around stroking a hand over her thigh and into her silky heat from the front, he coaxed her folds apart with his fingertips and beg
an to stroke gently as he moved very slowly deeper inside. He could hear her soft pants as he moved back and forth, timing his stroking touch in unison with the movements of his shaft. When he felt her body begin to react to his ministrations and she gasped in shock at the new sensation of her very first climax rippling through her, he knew her body was primed and ready for him. Finally he thrust fully into her, fracturing the delicate barrier. She sagged for a moment, but he kept her hips glued to his, enjoying the perfect view.

  “Cubby?”

  “Yes?” she murmured.

  “Are you alright?”

  “I think so.”

  Vincent almost laughed, she was handling this very well. He began to move. “Push back against me as I move,” he instructed. She did take instruction admirably well, he thought watching her little bottom move.

  He felt the draw of her perfect tight channel like a warm silk glove stroking the essence from his shaft. He simply couldn’t help it, he thrust faster and harder, watching his own thighs pelting against her soft bottom. Until he cried out and released into her depths. Sagging forward he braced one arm against the fireplace, the other still holding Cubby’s lovely form against him. But he didn’t want to pull out, not yet, this felt too damn good. He was still hard. More gently now, he moved, languorously sliding in and out, watching the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, he could do this all day. Day after day, he mused closing his eyes as he came a second time.

  Chapter Three

  Cubby awoke in an unfamiliar bed, and for the first time in her life, she was not alone. After Vincent had accomplished their bedding last night, he’d been very kind to her. He’d ordered her a bath, and insisted she relax by the fire; then he’d taken himself off to bathe in another room. She had been tired after all the excitement of the previous days, and after her bath, she had simply slipped naked into Vincent’s bed since there had been no time for her maid to unpack, and he had said they would be sharing after all. Quickly she had fallen asleep. Now she opened her eyes and stared at the giant dark hulking man lying beside her.