He hummed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Merely truthful. But do tell me—what wager have you bested me in? Because I do not admit defeat, except when you have a pistol in your hands.”
Smirking, she grabbed the letter from the duke and handed it to him. “Read it and weep.”
Evan’s gaze flicked over the page. A slow, amused grin curled his lips. “I should know better than to underestimate my formidable wife.”
She lifted a brow. “Perhaps one day you’ll learn. Now, dear husband, what have I won?”
His hands slid down her backside, gripping the cheeks of her arse. “What do you want?”
“You already know.”
Pleasure. Him. However he intended to deliver it—she had no doubt he would.
He lowered his lips to her ear, his voice molten. “Then be a good girl and lock the door.”
Heat shot straight to her core. Without hesitation, she moved across the room and slid the lock into place.
When she turned, Evan crooked his finger, beckoning her.
Slinking toward him, she barely made it before he seized her hips, lifting her onto the desk. In one sweep of his arm, papers scattered to the floor. He urged her back, her head tilting over the desk’s edge.
Cool air brushed her thighs as he pushed her skirts up, exposing her to him.
“If I had won,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise, “I’d take your mouth just as you are positioned now.” His fingers traced teasing circles along her thighs. “But since I concede victory…”
His tongue met her pearl, and she gasped. His grip tightened beneath her thighs, spreading her open further.
“Evan,” she moaned. He knew her body too well. Knew exactly how to unravel her, leaving her panting and needy for her husband.
Marina’s back arched, her head hanging further off the edge of the desk. Her fingers clawed at her skirts, desperate for something to clasp, holding them at her waist as his wicked tongue moved with agonizing slowness—from her pearl to her opening.
And then—lower. Much lower.
His tongue pressed against the forbidden place, sending a wicked pulse through her, making her pearl throb.
He knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers found her most sensitive spot, applying just the right pressure.
Three circles with his thumb pressed to her nub. That was all it took.
Pleasure radiated throughout every inch of her, scattering every thought. Stars burst behind her eyes as her body trembled beneath his touch. She shook from the intensity of her orgasm, allowing it to overtake her.
She barely had time to catch her breath before Evan pulled her upright, kissing her deeply. The taste of herself on his tongue only made her crave him more. And she was far from done taking her winnings.
“Sit in the chair,” she commanded.
Evan smirked. “I’m bringing you with me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was implied.”
Lifting her effortlessly, he stepped back and lowered them both into the high-backed chair. Her knees fit perfectly on either side of his thighs, and she wasted no time slipping her hand between them, unfastening his falls as she kissed and nipped along his throat.
“I thought I lost,” he teased, tilting his head to grant her better access.
“And that is why you are under my control.”
He let out a rough chuckle. “I’ll remind you later who’s truly in control.” His breath hitched when she licked along his jaw.
Once freed, his cock stood thick and hard between them. Marina gripped the base, rose onto her knees, and guided him inside her as she sank down with a shuddering breath, fully seating herself.
