Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Guy tipped his wife's chin, and the expression on her face was pretty easy to read. "You're calculating again," he murmured.
“It’s a character flaw,” Jilly admitted with a rueful smile. “I can’t help turning everything into data points and probability charts.”
“It’s not something to apologize for," Guy corrected her, "since it's one of the things I adore about you."
Her husband claimed her waist as he spoke, and oh, the way he was looking at her...
Jilly fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "A part of me still can't believe it, you know. I just don't understand...when you could have anyone."
"That's fine, sweetheart. I prefer that you don't understand at all—"
A choked laugh escaped her.
"—because I like seeing you tormented over me."
"You are so—"
Guy cut her off with a hungry kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as his wife melted against him with that sweet surrender that undid him every time. Her arms wound around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor, and within moments he had her pressed against the mirror, his hands roaming her body with reverent familiarity as he rediscovered every curve and hollow that had become as essential to him as breathing.
“I need you,” Guy gritted out.
"Then take me," his wife whispered.
He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bed, laying her down with infinite care before covering her body with his own, and when he finally claimed her with one slow, deep thrust, they both cried out at the exquisite sensation of coming home.
They lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, her head pillowed on his chest as his fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder, both of them lost in the afterglow of what they had just shared.
"Sleep, sweetheart," Guy murmured.
She was a little sleepy, but...
Jilly could feel her cheeks turning pink as she found herself recalling one of their carriage rides through Foxtown's moonlit streets, and how Guy had looked so, so like the gorgeous and incredibly hot duke that he was that she had, well, shocked both of them by suddenly sliding to her knees on the carriage floor and reaching for the fall of his breeches with trembling but determined fingers.
It had been her first time pleasuring him that way, but oh, the way his breathing had become ragged then harsh, and the way he had gripped her hair as he took control of her movements...
Guy noticed the way his wife suddenly caught her breath. "I thought you were asleep..."
Jilly quickly tried to hide her face, but he was already making her look up, and...oh dear.
"You're blushing," her husband purred, "which only means one thing..."
"G-Guy..."
"Tell me what you remembered," he ordered.
If only she could resist him—
"The carriage," Jilly choked out.
But she couldn't...because she didn't even want to.
"Are we talking about the carriage ride—" Guy traced Jilly's lower lip with deliberate slowness. "—where my sweet, innocent wife took me in her mouth for the first time?”
Jilly could only whimper, with her body already responding to the heat in his voice.
“Did you like it?” he asked softly, and she could only nod, too overwhelmed by sensation to speak.
“Good,” he murmured against her ear. “Because I plan to return the favor.”
And then his mouth was on her, hot and demanding, his tongue delving deep as his hands roamed her body with possessive expertise, and all she could do was clutch the silk sheets beneath her as he drove her higher and higher with ruthless precision, his name falling from her lips in breathless pleas as he brought her to the very edge of sanity before pulling back, only to begin the sweet torture all over again.
"P-Please..."
“Please what?”
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
"Never."
Her heart clenched at the possessiveness in his voice.
"I'll never stop wanting you, Jillian."
"Never stop needing you."
The words pushed his Jillian over the edge, and ah, to watch her come apart...
To Guy, his wife was precious like gold, fragile like glass, and as seductive as a siren all in one. She was the most important thing that ever happened to him, and so when he saw the way she was looking at him as she resurfaced from the passionate haze of her release....
Jilly could no longer hold it back.
She raised one trembling hand to touch her husband's cheek. "I love you, Guy."
Chapter Thirteen
Star: He's fine. He says he'll text you soon.
KISSES RAINED ALL OVER his face. Wet and enthusiastic...and not from a human, Guy soon realized, having remembered at the last moment that he was no longer alone in this world.
He was a husband now, and by virtue of marriage, he was also blessed to be a father to a certain four-legged canine who was in proud denial of his senior age.
Mounty barked in pure joy as Guy relinquished all thoughts of sleep and started fake-wrestling with his eldest baby.