" Shall I brush out your hair?” He kissed her nape and wrapped his arms about her middle. “I want to see it down, I want to know what the prim Eleanora Hatfield looks like all undone and eager.”
Ellie turned and looped her arms around his neck. “I look forward to seeing His Grace of Elsmore winded and satisfied, not a flowery compliment or pithy insight to his name. I want him panting and dazed, his only thought an incoherent sense of gratitude and joy.”
She was already panting and dazed.
“I want you to forget what an abacus is. "

― Grace Burrowes , Forever and a Duke (Rogues to Riches, #3)