Page 13 of The Viscount and the Wallflower (The Unlikely Betrothal Series #4)
6 months later
Lily rubbed her rounded belly. Her stomach protruded enough that it was undeniable that she carried a sweet little one. Given how often she enjoyed her husband, it was no surprise that they had conceived almost right away.
The sun was high outside the drawing room window of their country estate, and she watched a few birds outside the window, distracting herself from reading the new book Alex had ordered for her. She still couldn’t believe she had been so lucky to marry him.
Her father didn’t resist the match, especially given that George had withdrawn his interest. But Alex gave her father a firm set down the first time he said something unkind about her. Alex’s parents adored Lily, especially given that in their eyes she got their son to settle down and start making an heir. Alex’s father even threatened to give her father the cut direct if he should say anything disparaging about Lily. Since then, her father and mother had both been on their best behavior and she could forgive them for treating her the way they had.
Alex strode into the room, saying nothing to her, and came straight to where she sat and scooped her up. He cradled her in his arms and carried her away.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“I can walk, you know.”
He shook his head. “You need all the rest you can get in your condition.”
She laughed at him and clasped her hands around his neck. “You are impossible.”
Alex would be the most devoted father. He would encourage his children and help them pursue whatever they wished. Very unlike what she had experienced growing up.
He carried her to his study and kicked his door closed behind them when they crossed the threshold. He sat her on top of his desk. “Close your eyes.”
She did as he said, waiting for what he would do next.
“All right, open them.”
Lily blinked her eyes open, and he held out a stack of parchment, tied together with twine and then a pink ribbon tied around it in a bow.
She eyed the stack in his hands and then glanced at him, catching his gaze.
“It’s my next play. I am giving it to you to read first.” He beamed at her, and she radiated with pride for her talented husband.
She took the bundle from his hands and glanced at the title, The Viscount and the Wallflower .
“This is about us?” she asked.
“Well, I changed enough details so that only we would know and added a bit of flourish. And I might have omitted a few titillating moments,” he said, winking at her.
She wrapped one arm around his neck. “I love you so much.” She released him and held the stack of parchment with both hands. “I can’t wait to read it.”
He snatched the bundle from her and set it on the bookcase behind him, next to the framed drawing that Lord Camden had done of her. She still found it humorous that Alex had followed them outside and then got Camden to give him the drawing.
“I’m afraid that has to wait,” Alex said, kissing her neck. “I thought we might celebrate the conclusion of the play with a bit of a finish of our own. ”
Alex pressed himself between her legs, raising her skirts so that she was exposed to him.
“I thought I needed rest,” she teased, giggling at him.
He urged her to lie back on the desk, grinning at her. “I shall do all the work.”
Before she could object, not that she would, he dipped his head and had his tongue massaging the sensitive place above her core. She arched her back off the desk and moaned. No matter how many times he tasted her, each time was just as good as the last.
He spread her legs wider and ran his tongue down until it was inside of her. Her hands flung to his head, and she held him in place, rocking her cunt against his face. He pulled back and inserted two fingers where his tongue had been.
“I have the most perfect wife.”
She moaned at how he moved his fingers inside her. “I want you, husband.”
“I noticed,” he said, grinning at her. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to her lips. She wasn’t sure when he had freed himself from his breeches, but as she sucked his fingers into her mouth, he thrust himself inside of her. The sensation of it made her suck his fingers harder, and he released a low growl.
He brought his hand back and shifted her legs so her thighs were spread wide, and he supported them with his arms as he thrust into her. She moaned and whispered his name.
“Massage your breasts.”
She did as he instructed, lifting her breasts from her stays so that they were visible over the neckline of her dress. She cupped them both, kneading as he moved inside of her. When she ran her thumbs along the tight buds of her nipples, she moaned.
“Just like that,” he said, increasing his speed and pulling her thighs even tighter against him.
After a few more thrusts, she shattered beneath him. She didn’t muffle her loud moans as she shook and savored her perfect fall over to the other side of her orgasm.
He didn’t relent and buried himself deep inside of her. Releasing her thighs, he shifted his hands up to her breasts, massaging them for himself as he spent inside of her, slowing to a gentle rock of his hips.
Alex leaned over her and kissed her with her back pressed into the desk and his cock still inside of her.
“I should finish a play more often.”
He withdrew and then helped her to sit back up on the desk, lowering her skirts back over her legs.
“Well, given how many times you’ve had me on top of this very desk,” she said, tucking her breasts back into her stays, “I would say you don’t need such an excuse.”
He kissed her nose. “You’ve caught me. ”
Alex buttoned his falls, then grabbed the papers from behind him and handed them back to her. He scooped her up and carried her to the settee. She wouldn’t even pretend she didn’t adore the attention he lavished upon her because she did. Lily loved everything about the way Alex loved her.
He seated them both so they sat longways, with her positioned between his legs and leaning against him, her back against his front. The fire roared before them and it was the perfect, cozy moment. He kissed the top of her head as she untied the bow around the papers.
Beneath the title, there was a dedication.
To a certain woman: You are as precious as a flower, but you were never a wallflower. You have always shone from the center of the stage from the moment I first laid my eyes on you, and you are forever in possession of my heart.
The tears rolled down her cheeks, and she glanced up at him to see him grinning at her.
He shifted one hand to cup her rounded stomach, using his thumb to massage where their precious babe grew.
“Keep reading, sweetheart.”