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“Bite me, will you? How would you like me to bite your—”

A well-tailored sleeve appeared at his throat.

He made a gagging sound, releasing her to claw at the black silk cutting across his neck.

“You bastard.” Mr. Parker-Roth jerked Lord Bennington back, spun the viscount around, and slammed his fist into the man’s jaw, sending him backward into a holly bush. Meg would have cheered if she hadn’t been trying so hard not to cry. She pulled on her bodice, but the cloth was torn too badly to cover her. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Parker-Roth.” Bennington spat out the name along with some blood as he extracted himself from the prickly vegetation. “What the hell is the matter with you? The lady invited me into the garden.”

“I’m certain she didn’t invite you to maul her.”

“A woman who goes off alone with a man…”

“…is not asking to be raped, Bennington.”

The viscount opened his mouth, then closed it abruptly. His jaw swelled and he had blood on his cravat. “I wasn’t going to…I wouldn’t, of course…I merely lost my temper.” He glanced at Meg. “My humble apologies, Miss Peterson. I will do the proper thing, of course, and speak to your brother-in-law in the morning, then travel down to Kent to see your father.”

“No!” She swallowed and took a deep breath. She would not shout. She spoke slowly and distinctly, “I will not marry you. I would not marry you even if you were the last man in England—no, the last man in all the world.”

“Now, Margaret—”

“You heard Miss Peterson, Bennington. I believe she was quite clear as to her sentiments. Now do the
proper
thing and take yourself off.”

“But—”

“I will be happy to assist you in finding the back gate—in fact I would be delighted to kick your miserable arse out into the alley.”

“Margaret…Miss Peterson.”

“Please, Lord Bennington, I assure you there is nothing you can say to persuade me to entertain your suit.”

“You are merely overset. I was too impassioned, perhaps.”

“
Perhaps?
” She pressed her lips together. She would
not
have a fit of the vapors here in Palmerson’s garden.

He frowned at her, and then sketched a small bow. “Very well, I will leave since you insist.” He turned and paused. “I do apologize most sincerely.”

Meg nodded. He did sound contrite, but she just wanted him gone. She closed her eyes, listening to his steps fade away. She could not bear to look at the man still standing beside her.

Why had
Parks
been the one to find her in such an embarrassing situation? What must he think of her?

Perhaps he would just go away and let her expire in solitude.

She felt a gentle touch on her cheek.

“Miss Peterson, are you all right?”

She shook her head.

“I’m so sorry you had to endure Bennington’s attentions. You shouldn’t have…. Well, he is not the sort of man you should…. He has a terrible temper.”

That
was supremely evident.

“You can’t go back to the ballroom like this. With whom did you come?”

She forced herself to speak. “Lady Beatrice.”

“I shall fetch her. Will you be all right alone?”

“Y-yes.” She bit her lip. She would
not
cry—well, not until he left.

He made an odd noise, a short exhalation that sounded both annoyed and resigned.

“Oh, for God’s sake, come here.”

His hands touched her shoulders, urging her gently toward him. She resisted for only a heartbeat.

The first sob escaped as her face touched his waistcoat. She felt his arms, warm and secure, come around her, felt his hand lightly touch her hair. A tight knot in her chest loosened.

She sobbed harder.

The girl was Miss Margaret Peterson—Meg, Westbrooke had called her. He’d met her at Tynweith’s house party last spring. He’d liked her. She’d seemed quite levelheaded—very knowledgeable about garden design and plants in general. He’d enjoyed talking to her.

And looking at her.

All right, he
had
enjoyed looking at her. She was very attractive. Slim, but with generous curves in all the right places. Warm brown eyes with flecks of gold and green. Silky brown hair.

He tangled his fingers in that hair, massaging the back of her head. She felt very nice in his arms. It had been too long since he’d held a woman.

Much
too long if he was feeling amorous urges toward a lady who was blubbering all over his cravat. He would pay Cat a visit as soon as he got back to the Priory, right after he checked on that plant shipment.

He patted her shoulder. Her skin was so smooth, soft…

He dropped his hand to the safety of her corseted back.

What had she been thinking, coming out into Palmerson’s dark garden with a man of Bennington’s stamp? Was she no better than she should be? She
had
been a guest at Tynweith’s scandalous house party.

And had behaved perfectly properly there. She had gone into the garden with him, but always in the daylight and always to discuss a particular planting.

She made a peculiar little sound, a cross between a sniff and a hiccup.

“Are you all right, Miss Peterson?”

She nodded, keeping her head down.

“Here—take my handkerchief.”

“Thank you.”

She still would not meet his eyes.

“You can’t go back to the ballroom, you know.” There was enough light to see one slender white shoulder was completely exposed, as was the lovely curve of her breast, the darker shadow of a nipple…

He moved his hips back to save her the shock of his sudden attraction.

Damn, he had
definitely
been too long without a woman.

“I’m sorry to be such a watering pot. I’ve thoroughly soaked your clothing.”

“You had an upsetting experience.” He cleared his throat. “You do know you shouldn’t be alone with a man in the darkened shrubbery, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” She stepped a little away from him. “None of the others so forgot themselves.”

“Others? There have been others?”

Meg flushed. Parks looked so shocked.

“I’m not a debutante.”

“No, but you are young and unmarried.”

“Not so young. I’m twenty-one.”

Parks lifted an eyebrow. Meg felt a spurt of annoyance. Was the man criticizing her?

“Lady Beatrice has not commented on my behavior.”

He lifted the eyebrow higher. Suddenly she wanted to grab his spectacles and grind them under her heel. She was so tired of people looking at her in just that way.

“Ohh, you are as bad as the rest of the priggish, nasty beasts in that ballroom.”

She spun on her heel, took a step—and caught her foot on a root.

“Aaa!” She was falling face first toward the holly bush Bennington had recently vacated.

Strong hands grabbed her before she collided with the prickly greenery and hauled her up against a rock-hard chest. She shivered. The cool night air raised goose bumps on her arms and…

She looked down. Her breasts had fallen completely out of her dress.

“Ack!”

“What’s the matter?”

“Close your eyes!”

“What?”

Oh, lud, was that the crunch of shoes on gravel? Someone was coming this way! She had to hide.

There was no place to hide. She twisted around and plastered herself up against Parks. Perhaps God would work a miracle and make her invisible.

The Almighty was not interested in assisting her this evening.

“Halooo! Mr. Parker-Roth…is that you? I didn’t know you were in Town.”

“Oooh.” Meg muffled her moan in Parks’s cravat. It couldn’t be…. Please, not Lady Dunlee, London’s biggest gossip!

She felt Parks’s arms tighten around her. His response rumbled under her cheek.

“I’ve recently arrived, Lady Dunlee. Good evening, my lord.”

“Good evening, Parker-Roth. We were just taking a turn in the garden, but, um…” Lord Dunlee cleared his throat. “I, um, believe it’s time we returned to the ballroom.”

“Just a minute.” Lady Dunlee’s voice was sharp. “Who’s that with you in the shrubbery, sir? I can’t see.”

“My dear, I think we interrupt the gentleman.”

Lady Dunlee snorted. “Obviously. The question is, what exactly are we interrupting?”

Meg closed her eyes. She was going to die of embarrassment.

“That’s Miss Peterson, isn’t it? My word, I had no idea you two were quite so…friendly.”

The Naked Gentleman

S
ALLY
M
AC
K
ENZIE

ZEBRA BOOKS
Kensington Publishing Corp.

www.kensingtonbooks.com

Praise for
The Naked Earl

“Naked, noble, and irresistible—who could resist one of Sally MacKenzie’s heroes?”

—Eloisa James,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Providing plenty of heat and hilarity, MacKenzie has great fun shepherding this boisterous party toward its happy ending; readers will be glad they RSVPed.”

—
Publishers Weekly

“The latest in MacKenzie’s delectably sensual “Naked” historical Regencies series has plenty of sexy sizzle and charming wit.”

—
Booklist

“MacKenzie continues her delightfully humorous, sexy series with a nice and naughty naked hero who matches wits and wiles with an equally irresistible heroine in the author’s typically touching style.”

—
Romantic Times

“With a hero and heroine every reader will fall in love with and secondary characters who love to meddle in their lives, you have the recipe for a romance you won’t be able to put down.”

—A Romance Review

“If you’re looking for a fun and sexy romp, sit back and prepare to enjoy yourself.”

—BooksForABuck.com

Praise for
The Naked Marquis

“
The Naked Marquis
is an endearing confection of sweetness and sensuality, the romance equivalent of chocolate cake…every page is an irresistible delight!”

—Lisa Kleypas,
New York Times
bestselling author

“With a delightfully quirky cast of characters and heated bedroom encounters, MacKenzie’s latest Naked novel delivers a humorous, sprightly romance.”

—
Romantic Times

“A pure delight…filled with very loveable characters, and perhaps the sexiest hero I’ve read in a long, long time.”

—Rakehell

“Charming…funny…full of delightful characters…
The Naked Marquis
merits a place on the keeper shelves of readers of the traditional Regency and the spicier Regency-set historical romances alike.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“A highly enchanting and thoroughly polished novel…you will not want to let the characters out of your sight. Their lives are your life, their discoveries are your discoveries, and their passions become your desires.”

—The Road to Romance

Praise for
The Naked Duke

“MacKenzie sets a merry dance in motion in this enjoyable Regency romp.”

—
Booklist

“This is a funny, delightful debut by a talented writer who knows how to blend passion, humor and the essence of the Regency period into a satisfying tale.”

—
Romantic Times

“A well-written and enjoyable first novel. Ms. MacKenzie has a wonderful voice.”

—The Romance Readers Connection

“Debut author Sally MacKenzie has penned a marvelously witty novel…Readers who enjoy a large dose of humor will love
The Naked Duke
. The characters are charming, and the pace is quick. It is the perfect book for a cozy winter retreat.”

—A Romance Review

“Sally MacKenzie’s first novel,
The Naked Duke
, runs a range of emotions that will have you laughing out loud and then biting your nails in anticipation…The characters were realistic, the story was fast paced and the love story of an American girl returning to her father’s homeland to find love and happiness is straight out of a fairy tale.”