Bad Boys Ahoy!

'You're in love, son,' commiserated Magnus. 'It makes fools of all men.'

You're in love.

'I'm not-' Lucien began, and then he fell silent, frowning.

His father arched a brow. His mother smiled.

Damn it, was he in love? A man would know if such a thing happened to him, wouldn't he?

But… perhaps… Perhaps what he felt wasn't lust at all. Though that had to be part of it, or maybe it was because of it. Who could tell? He certainly couldn't-he'd never been in love before.

Still, love would explain his odd behavior-his strange and unaccountable anger, his jealousy, and his inability to be aroused by any other woman. Love could be the reason why he thought of her all the time, why he missed her unbearably, why he dreamed of her every night.

He loved Lady Julienne La Coeur.

Lucien's hand gripped the back of a nearby chair for support.

'Goodness, Glass,' his mother scolded as she took in his condition. 'You have no tact. You don't just thrust a revelation like that on someone. Can't you see Lucien's in shock?'

'How in hell can a man not know when he's in love?' Magnus complained.

Amanda shook her head.

Lucien laughed, an odd, slightly wondering chuckle. 'I do love her,' he breathed. 'All these weeks of torture, and we could have been together.'

'Why don't you simply tell her how you feel?' Amanda asked.

'I will.' He firmed his resolve. 'And I'll prove it to her.'

'You don't have a lot of time,' Magnus pointed out. 'Fontaine is champing at the bit.'

Lucien grit his teeth. 'I know. But Julienne promised me she would keep him waiting until the end of the Season.'

'That's only a few weeks away,' his mother reminded. 'You mustn't lose her, Lucien. You'll regret it forever.'

'Don't worry, Mother.' He hadn't achieved his success through good fortune. He'd worked hard for it, and he would work hard for Julienne. 'I won't.'

Chapter Eleven

'You must be bored stiff.'

Julienne looked up from her book and hid a smile. Curled up in a settee in Lucien's office, she watched him surreptitiously while he worked. 'What gave you that impression?' she asked.

He was in the middle of purchasing a mill, which would be the cornerstone of several new ventures, and the acquisition was taking up all of his time. She hadn't seen him in two days and finally decided to simply show up unannounced at Remington's. By bringing her abigail with her, she'd deflected any suspicion on Aunt Eugenia and Hugh's parts, and she'd snuck in through the kitchens to avoid being seen. Lucien came for her immediately, dispatching her maid for a tour of the establishment before taking Julienne to his office. She had insisted he work, apologizing profusely for disturbing him, despite his assurances that her interruption was welcome.

'You're too quiet,' he said. 'And I'm certain you didn't come here to watch me work.'

Lucien had removed his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Something about his casualness and absorption in his task made her hot. The sight of his bare forearms and strong hands made her ache. The way he muttered over contracts filled her with contentment. After years of watching Hugh struggle with money, she admired Lucien's easy handling of it.

A 'domesticated pirate' is what Fontaine had called him. Julienne agreed and found it thrilling.

'I quite enjoy watching you work,' she murmured.

'Is that so?' Lucien grinned and set aside his quill. 'I quite enjoy having you here. I wasn't certain I could accomplish much with you so close at hand, but actually I find your presence quite stimulating.'

'That's because you're a scoundrel.'

Leaning back in his chair, he asked, 'How are things progressing with Fontaine?'

Julienne shrugged. 'Yesterday he took me to the Royal Academy of Art. He wishes to ask Montrose permission to pay his addresses and asked if I was open to his interest.'

Lucien stiffened. Not yet. 'What did you say, my love?'

She picked restlessly at her skirt. 'I asked him if he loved me.'

Lucien swallowed hard. 'And how did he reply?'

'He believes he can grow to love me, given the time.'

'Did you tell him you would accept his suit?'

Julienne met his gaze with a reproving frown. 'You know I would not be here with you if I had. I asked him to wait until the end of the Season, as you and I discussed.'

'He must have been curious as to your reasons.'

'Of course. I told him there was the possibility that someone I cared for could grow to love me as well, and I wanted to allow the other man sufficient opportunity to do so.'

'Bloody hell,' Lucien muttered, with a rueful laugh. 'I've always loved your honesty, but for Christ's sake, did you have to be so blunt with him? No man wants to hear he's running in second place.' He grinned suddenly. 'But finding out he's first is very pleasant.'

'I told him he shouldn't settle for anything less than love either. He admired my honesty and agreed to respect my wishes.' She bit her bottom lip. 'He did say he would put up a fight.'

Lucien was tempted to reveal his feelings, but feared Julienne would think he was only trying to outmaneuver Fontaine. So instead he rose from his desk and locked the door. He moved to sit beside her and took her hands in his. 'Sweetheart, any man would fight for you. I intend to fight for you.'

She gave him an arch look. 'It's extremely disheartening to know that the two men who wish to marry me find falling in love with me such a chore.'

'Sometimes it takes a man a while to realize he's found what he didn't even know he was looking for.'

'Ha,' she scoffed. 'Pretty it up all you like. It will not change the cold, hard facts.'

Lucien pulled her hand to his throbbing erection. 'It's definitely hard, love.' He grinned. 'But it's not cold.'

Julienne's eyes widened just before she laughed with delight. 'Lucien Remington, you are without a doubt the most lascivious man I have ever met.'

He pressed his lips to her throat. 'That's partly your fault. You tempt me constantly, and it's been a while since I last found any relief.'

'Shall I relieve you, darling?' she asked in a breathless whisper. 'I would love to.' She gave his cock a firm squeeze.

'Jesus.' Lucien buried his face in her neck with a tortured groan. 'You are perfect for me. Surely you see that.'

'I'm not the one you have to convince.' She placed her hands against his chest and pressed him backward, crawling over him with a playful glint in her dark eyes. 'But allow me to give you some added things to consider.'

'Such as?'

'Such as how the sight of you at your desk makes my heart race.'

He arched a brow.

'And the way you look with your shirtsleeves rolled up.' She licked her bottom lip. 'Why, it inspires positively carnal feelings in me.'

'Carnal feelings?' His eyes widened, even as his cock swelled further. Lord above, how he loved this woman.

'Yes.' Cool fingertips brushed his hair back from his face. 'And your hair. I just love it. It's thick and soft like spun silk.'

Just as she stretched her body along his, someone tried the knob and then knocked on the door. 'Mr. Remington?'