Page 135 of Almost A Scoundrel
Deerhurst chuckled. “I’m not complaining.”
“You wouldn’t. You’re insatiable.”
“That’s all your fault.”
“Oh, no, husband, you cannot place the blame on my shoulders.”
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look at me as though you wish to devour me?”
She grinned at him. “That look is never going to change.”
“In which case I shall never be able to keep my hands off you.”
She shot him a thoughtful look. “We’ve never done it in the drawing room.”
“Once, almost.”
“Almost doesn’t count,” Phaedra said. “What is it about that drawing room that draws the passion of my aunt and mother?”
“The exhilaration of being caught, perhaps?”
“We shall have to give it a try.”
Deerhurst furrowed his brows. “You want to do it in your parents’ drawing room?”
“Well, I certainly can’t be the only Sharp woman left out of the tradition.”
Deerhurst pulled her in for a kiss. “We could start a tradition in our drawing room.”
She arched a brow. “You’ve not given that statement any thought, have you?”
Ah right, Abigail.
“Your father’s drawing room it is,” Deerhurst said.
“Good. Let’s sneak into the house tomorrow night, and after that, Deerhurst, we are moving. You better find us another house to live in where our neighbors are not prone to drawing room shenanigans.”
He did laugh then until something else occurred to him, and his laughter quieted into an uncomfortable chuckle.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just realized, if you birth us a daughter, she will have Sharp blood.”
Phaedra grinned. “And if she is anything like her mother, she will not wait to engage in shenanigans until she’s—”
He kissed her.
She was teasing him, of course, or—hell, he couldn’t be sure. But one thing he had absolute certainty over—he would cherish this woman forever. As for his daughters... well, he’d just have to practice his aim.
A cry came from the drawing room.
“Oh, Lord, let’s go. I can’t listen to that.”
Deerhurst seconded that. He lifted her into his arms and strode to their home, fully intending to make it to their bed and strip his wife naked.
Wouldn’t you know, they never made it that far.
The End
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