Page 26 of Wicked Scoundrel


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Matthew went at her again.The same sort of wild surging.The deep pumping, filling her then feeling the tight grip of her body at the tip of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered next to his ear.She wove an arousing story.“Tonight, come into my room.I will be naked, and I want you to suck on my breasts.Can you do that for me?”Of course, he would.Then she could suck on his cock.

His second release was another hot torrent, turning him inside out.Forgetting he had responsibilities, forgetting he’d been married in the worst circumstances possible but gloriously sure he didn’t care.

“Mama, I can’t find you,” one of Rose’s daughters said from the other side of her mother’s door, then turned the door handle.

The young one.Ava.Not the circumstances he wanted for being introduced to his new family.

He set Rose to her feet.She sighed.Matthew braced his hand against the wall for a second.She batted at her dress, then left him there with his trousers down.He waddled into the adjoining bathing chamber and eased the door shut.

Well.

Once his clothing was properly in place, he returned to his office where everyone expected him to be and sat at his chair.He leaned back and stared out the window.How long was his new wife going to distract him and how much money was he going to lose because of it?

Liar!So far, the return on his investment had been very good.

Late that afternoon, Matthew received a note.A seal with a large D was pressed into the back of the folded paper in gold wax.

Gossip is rife about London of a certain noble incensed and jealous.And he’s looking for a prize in which we have a mutual interest.See me when you can tear yourself away.I’ll be at Dante’s Hell.

Alice was his kind of business partner.Never stating her true aim, but just enough information to know he’d been summoned.And that she was serious about helping him with Rose’s Sandhurst problem.London’s Sandhurst problem.

After the invitation to suck on his wife’s breasts, what was the hurry to get to a gaming hell?But he wasn’t going to wait too long.He would go later tonight after he’d put his wife to bed.

* * * * *

“Why do we have to dressfor dinner?Tilly said we would eat in our room.”Elaina twirled a ribbon that dangled from her hair.

Rose thought of thetonball she was supposed to be at tonight.An apology note would be sent in the morning.Would they miss her?Abigail, Lady Chester, a particular friend, certainly would and she could count a dozen others who would, too.Rose’s absence would likely be discussed behind many fans, given the circumstances.

“Just for tonight.Mr.Hardy wants to meet you.”

“Why doesn’t he come eat with us?”

“I think he enjoys sitting at his own table with the big chairs.But someday soon, after I buy you a tea set, maybe you can invite him to tea.Cook can help you make scones or small sandwiches.”And something substantial that Matthew could actually enjoy.

“Can Raleigh come to?”

“We’ll ask him.Come along, Ava.Lift your arms.”Tilly helped Elaina, who was much more cooperative.

“Mama, I’m six.I can put on my dress.”

“And when did you decide this?”

“Tilly said I could choose, and I could learn how to dress myself.”

“That’s a very useful skill, but I suspect you will be too slow, and I want to be on time.Mr.Hardy likes it when everyone arrives to the dinner table in a judicious manner.He can be impatient and I’m sure he would be unhappy if two little girls delayed his meal, especially if he was very hungry.”

“I’m very hungry too!What if Mr.Hardy is late?”

“What do you think will happen?”Rose turned Ava around and fastened her up.

“Too tight, Mama.”Ave squirmed then popped her thumb in her mouth.

“You’re fine.And you, Elaina.Should we be worried when an adult is late to the table?Or should we worry about our own conduct?”

Elaina rolled her eyes.“But Mama, you always say that.”

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