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“Of course I noticed! I am your sister.”

“Yes.” She offered a wet smile. “Yes, you are.”

“Oops, am I interrupting?”

They both turned to see Robert at the doorway, looking rakishly handsome in a blue cravat, his black coat so well-tailored that it emphasized both the breadth of his shoulders and the narrowness of his waist.

“Good evening, ladies. You are both looking very lovely tonight,” he said, though his eyes lingered on Georgiana.

She had chosen a deep green gown with ruffles along the bodice. She smiled at him. “You are quite passable looking yourself,” she teased.

He walked over to her, never taking his eyes off her. Daisy let go of Georgiana’s hands and stepped away, giving Robert space to take hold of her right hand and bring it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

“Why thank you, Your Grace.”

She blushed. “You are most welcome.”

There was a slight knock on the door, and they all turned to see Sinclair standing straight-backed and correct.

“Dinner is served,” he announced.

Robert offered them both an arm. “Ladies, shall we?”

Robert had been afraid that dinner would be awkward, but his fears proved unfounded within minutes.

Daisy immediately launched into an account of her day, before asking them what they had been up to.

Georgiana laughed shaking her head. “Such a stubborn girl I swear,” she said affectionately.

“Why do you say that?” Robert asked.

“Well, she wants to know what you were doing all day in my chambers.”

Robert laughed in surprise before turning to Daisy. “Now, dear girl, you know very well that what happens in a marriage is between those two people and no one else.”

“Is it?” She picked up her glass and took a sip of wine. “I have never heard that before.”

“Well, now you know,” Robert said with amusement.

“Humph! You two are no fun!”

Robert and Georgiana exchanged amused glances.

Dinner was indeed going very well.

CHAPTER 31

“You are making up for lost time,” Cecile had said with a grin, making Georgiana quite regretful for confiding her fears.

Georgiana had stretched luxuriantly in bed that morning. She had discovered that sleeping naked was the most decadent thing a body could do.

The only thing more decadent would be to sleep naked in a lover’s arms. That had been her fate the entire week and she had enjoyed it immensely.

Robert would wake up in the morning and return to his chambers in time for his valet to perform his morning ablutions, but Georgiana preferred to sleep in much later.

Her body felt battered in the best way possible from all the attention she was getting from her husband.

He was a hungry, insatiable beast, and she was all too happy to feed his desires. Cecile had become quite used to rubbing aloe ointment into her bruises each morning. Robert might have squeezed her hips too tightly while she rode him like a horse. Or after he had left marks from shackling her wrists over her head with one hand as he ruthlessly ransacked her depths and made her plead for release.