Page 43 of The Mistress (Foxgloves #1)
EPILOGUE
9 months later
“You three really need to stop this,” Gideon grumbled, annoyed, as he helped Amelia up the steps of the Coventry Estate.
“I like it,” Genevieve commented from behind them. “And Adelaide is so sweet. I love seeing her.”
“You’re not helping, Genevieve,” Gideon muttered, displeased.
“What’s there to help with?” Amelia asked, letting Gideon guide her unnecessarily to the entrance. He had been adamant about helping her with everything. She was certain it would become a bit trying very soon, but she also cherished his over-solicitousness. And she might have already coordinated with Genevieve to help keep him in check when it became too much.
Genevieve was still such a quiet and observant girl, but with Amelia’s love, Thomas and Lydia’s friendship, and the growth of their family, she had been blossoming. She had opened up more to show how wise, fierce, and loving she truly was and how much her dry humor matched that of her brother’s. The change in her over the past several months filled both Amelia and Gideon with pride.
“Stopping these nonsense visits,” Gideon seethed through clenched teeth as they entered the Estate. He clearly did not appreciate the women not taking him seriously. “You’re about ready to burst and still we have to take a difficult carriage ride over here for a meal.”
“She’s fine, brother,” Genevieve removed her cloak. “Good day, Hughes.”
“Your Graces,” Hughes greeted them, shutting the door. “Miss Edwards,” he smiled affectionately at her.
Gideon nodded at him, and Amelia smiled her greeting.
“Accept it, Gideon,” Amelia said to her husband as he helped her with her cloak. Hughes began leading Genevieve towards where Thomas, Lydia, and their newborn daughter waited for them. “You have a large, loving family now. And it will be good for the children, too,” she rubbed her swollen belly. “They can all grow up together and keep the tradition going when they are the adults.”
Before Amelia could take a step away from him, Gideon’s hands grabbed her wrists from behind. His grip was firm and at the edge of painful, eliciting the effect he desired. She let out a small whimper and leaned back into him, completely pliant.
He smirked, bending down to nuzzle her neck and trace over her rapid pulse with his lips. She angled her head, giving him better access. He kissed her, biting down lightly, and she pushed her backside against his stiffening cock.
“I guess I will have to accept it,” he pitched his voice into the low, seductive timbre that he knew intensified her arousal. Her breath began coming out in quiet pants. Gideon smiled like the devil himself, loving how responsive she was to him. He bit her earlobe, and she moaned. “And I guess you’ll have to accept being wet for me for the next few hours without any release, won’t you?” He kissed that tender spot behind her ear before letting go of her wrists and stepping around to stand beside her.
Amelia’s eyes were hooded, giving Gideon a deep sense of satisfaction. He rubbed a hand warmly where his child was growing before offering her his arm. Amelia could only blink at him with soft, glazed eyes. She looked at him like he was still the beginning, middle, and end of her whole world. Gideon couldn’t help it. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss to her full, pouted lips before taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his elbow.
Leading them forward, he noted the empty entryway and the door Hughes had left ajar for them before discreetly giving the Duke and Duchess of Birmingham their privacy.
“That was mean, Gideon,” that husky feminine voice whispered as Amelia came out of the fog of arousal Gideon had created.
“Don’t worry, my dear wife,” Gideon laughed quietly. “When I get you home, I’ll fuck you like my mistress needs to be fucked.”
Soft brown eyes met emerald green ones in a powerful mix of mischief, passion, and unimaginable love.
“Do you promise?”
The End