A Most Unusual Mistress: Rogue Scandals, Book 3 By Raven McAllan

"You are to be my wife," Ash said stiffly. He knew his face reddened in shame, for he was ashamed of the discomfort he had caused her. "However," he continued, ignoring the ripple of excitement her query had aroused, "not my whore. I respect you."

"I would be better off as your mistress and get the body and the fucking I desire," she said frankly. "Lud, Ash. I want your love, your body, and to be fucked. If that is not to be my culmination, then let me be your whore. For a twelvemonth, I have spied and regarded you in secret, stroking myself after peering at you without your knowledge. Lud, I ache for your touch. If, as your wife, I do not receive all that I desire, I do not desire to be your wife. Why should I settle for less than all you can—if you chose—give me?" she demanded. "Just because it is assumed women of our class do not enjoy more than the mere mechanics of sex, or indeed, merely tolerate a husband's touch, do not assume that of me. If, as your mistress, I will receive more than duty demands, then make me her. However, don't bother to make me your wife. I have too much esteem to settle for less than I deserve."

He wondered if he imagined what he heard. "And you feel you deserve to be my mistress?"

"Well, I deserve more than a ten-minute fumble once the lamps are dimmed."

He couldn't believe his ears. Bloody hell. This was a woman after his own heart...or cock.

"Know you what you are asking? For the pictures you are conjuring have my cock throbbing. It knows, as I do, the pleasure to be had in showing you. I believe," he said slowly, "you do deserve more, my love. My whore you shall be."