Page 157 of How to Love a Duke in Ten Days

She threw him a saucy smile. “You weren’t invited. What if it’s just a swim for us ladies?”

“Do you really think Cecelia’s domineering, insufferable husband will be any farther than ten paces away?” He rolled his eyes. “If not coiled around her like a sea serpent?”

Another brilliant smile nearly blinded him with happiness as she scooted off the bed, her full breasts bouncing in such a way his mouth watered.

“And you’re any better than he?”

“Of course I’m better,” he snorted. “I can make it a good fifteen paces before I miss you and have to return.”

“There you go,” she teased. “Turning everything into a competition.” She kissed him, wriggling into a colorful little shift in such a way that made him glad they’d be at the water again, where she’d be wearing as little as possible.

“Before we return to Castle Redmayne, we’ll have tostay long enough for Cecelia to give birth. She could be as much as a month behind me. Perhaps she’ll have a girl, as well.” The idea seemed to thrill her. “They’ll be great friends. A second generation of Red Rogues.”

“Is the world ready for such a thing?” Piers slid his arms around his wife, humbled at the simplicity of their happiness. The all-encompassing entirety of it. “I shan’t mind remaining in paradise with you as long as you want to be here.” He cuddled her belly. “Besides, I’m anxious for Kitty to meet her Ramsay cousin.”