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“I think everyone in the manor but your sleeping grandmother heard your answer to my question,” Eleanor responded wickedly.

Xander smiled down at her wolfishly, then kissed her again. Though they might not have had an audience in the dining room, they were both aware of how echoing their cries of pleasure could be. Tonight, in particular, was louder than usual.

“I simply wanted to make sure you heard me,” he replied, his voice dipping into a seductive tone.

He chuckled again as Eleanor shivered at the sound of him, and then eased them both up into a sitting position; Eleanor straddling his lap. She pressed her lips together and stifled a giggle as they finally got a good look at one another. Swatches of icing in various colors and crumbs were stuck to their bodies in random places. They were a mess. Theroomwas a mess.

Seemingly pleased with where a certain swipe of icing was on, Xander leaned her back and dipped his head to right breast, scooping up a small dollop of purple icing from her nipple. Her giggles soon dissolved into whimpers as Xander took his time cleaning the spot. Feeling the heat in her lower belly gather once more, she began to squirm against his still semi-hard shaft, and it quickly stirred to full attention. She moved to raise her hips up, wanting him again, but Xander’s hands gripped her, and he made atsk tsk tskwith his tongue as he shook his head.

“Now you are being rude,” Eleanor pouted, furrowing her brow as she squirmed again.

Laughter, loud and genuine, burst from Xander’s mouth as he tilted his head back. It brought immediate joy flooding into Eleanor’s heart, and she could not help but laugh with him.

“We need a bath before we continue,” Xander chuckled once he had caught his breath and kissed her.

“Do not worry,” he promised, walking them to the door, “I shall take very good care of you.”

“Eleanor smiled, closing her eyes as she relaxed into her husband’s hold and surrendered all control.

“I know you will,” she whispered.

The End?