Page 41 of Dukes All Night Long

Jenny

One year later

“A re you disappointed to be missing your sister’s come out?” Fin asked, massaging one of her aching feet.

Jenny leaned back against the settee, tilting her head to take in the man she adored. “Grace is bound to be a handful. I would have liked to witness it. But…” Her hand moved to her rounded belly. “It’s safer for the babe and me to remain here.”

Their child would arrive within the coming month. While her family gathered in London, she and Fin remained tucked away at their country estate. It was grand, serene, and not purchased with a shilling of the duke’s money, but from Fin’s investments. She couldn’t be more proud of her husband.

Her family would visit once the baby arrived, and she found comfort in that.

Even more in what she and Fin had built.

Neither of them had any desire to live a life of idle leisure.

After their honeymoon, they had thrown themselves into charitable work, using their home as a rest stop for women seeking a new life.

As soon as the lodgings were built, they’d employ some women at their estate.

“You Armstrong women are all a handful,” Fin teased, moving his fingers to her other foot.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, wiggling her toes.

He chuckled. “Indeed.”

Her family had welcomed Fin with open arms. Fin had once confessed that Elias and Graham, Diana’s husband, felt more like brothers than the one he’d been born with.

Thomas had married Miss Crowley after the scandal, with Fin no longer an option. They hadn’t seen the duke since they’d married, but he sent a gift for his grandchild with a short note. She hoped it might be the start to mending Fin’s broken family.

They hadn’t heard an inkling of gossip about Thomas’ marriage, but Jenny hoped the poor woman was at least content. No one deserved to be stuck in a miserable marriage for the rest of their days, even if that was what many of the ton marriages ended up being… miserable and lonely.

She stared over at the man who still made her heart race and her knees weak, knowing that he would always do so.

There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he had been made just for her, and that even when he drove her mad, he was still her everything.

Her lover, her best friend, her biggest supporter, and soon he would make the perfect father.

“You have that gleam in your eyes, Wife,” he said, arching a brow.

“And what gleam is that?” she asked, shifting her foot so she teased the already hard ridge in his breeches with her heel.

He reached for her, pulling her into his lap so she straddled him on the settee, her rounded belly secure against him. “You know exactly what you are doing.”

Reaching between them, she made quick work of opening his falls. When his cock sprang free, she gripped his shaft, playfully stroking him. “Can I help it if you have made me nothing but a wanton?”

Fin slid her gown up, groaning as he guided her down onto him, inch by glorious inch. She gasped as he filled her, the stretch delicious, familiar, addictive.

“You are hardly a victim,” he said with a wicked smile, lifting her hips and helping her ride him.

Her breasts had become more sensitive as she increased, and when his mouth closed over one nipple through the fabric of her gown, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“You are so beautiful like this,” Fin murmured, his eyes dark with desire as they locked with hers. “Round with my child, flushed with pleasure.”

“I cannot get enough of my husband,” she said, rocking her hips, clinging to his shoulders.

Fin groaned as she tightened around him, his fingers digging into her hips. “Good thing I’m forever at your mercy.”

He bucked beneath her as his hand slipped between them, fingers finding her swollen pearl. A few precise circles and she shattered, moaning softly as her body trembled against his.

Fin thrust once more, head falling back as a low growl tore from his throat. He spilled inside her, gripping her tightly.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.

She kissed him back, breathless. “I suppose you’ll do.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “Merely do? After that performance?”

Jenny settled into his chest, feeling utterly content. “Perhaps you exceed expectations on occasion.”

“Only on occasion?” His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine as she nestled against him.

She laughed. “Every occasion,” she corrected herself, sighing at the comfort of his scent. “I love you so much, Fin.”

And she meant every word. She was beyond thankful that their hearts had found their way back to each other, because she wouldn’t want a life where he wasn’t by her side.

The End