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Heidi closes the door, comes over to me, and slides her arms around me. “All right, Lord Lawrence?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her nose. “I suppose we should start getting ready.”
“We have time for a kiss though, right?”
“Mmm. Definitely.” I lower my lips to hers, moving her back to the wall, enjoying the way her lips part to let me brush my tongue into her mouth. She lifts her arms around my neck, and we indulge in a long, luscious kiss that leaves us both sighing.
“Later,” she murmurs. “When we get back…”
“Yeah…” I kiss up her jaw to her ear.
“You gonna fuck me till my teeth rattle, Titus?”
I stop, lift my head, and raise my eyebrows at her. She gives me an innocent look. “What?”
I lean on the wall above her head, and my lips curve up. “You’re a bad girl.”
She giggles. “I like you.”
I chuckle. “I like you too.”
“A lot,” she clarifies, and blushes.
I look into her beautiful blue eyes, lift a hand, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Her blush deepens. “I’m just saying.”
“Yeah, I know.” I kiss her gently. “There’s a conversation coming. I think we both know it. Not yet. Maybe on the plane.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I kiss her again. “But tonight, yes, Your Royal Highness, I do intend to fuck you senseless, so I hope you’re prepared.”
“Ooh. Now I’m going to think about it all evening.”
“That was my dastardly plan.”
Her eyes sparkle. “I see. Well, two can play at that game.”
“So how do you intend to take your revenge?”
She kisses my cheek. “I’ll tell you later.” Then she ducks under my arm and heads for the bedroom.
I sigh and follow her. She seems to enjoy torturing me.
Luckily, I don’t mind one bit.
*
Just before six, we head up the driveway to the main house. A guy dressed as an old-style butler—wearing white gloves, and his coat complete with tails—shows us through to the drawing room, where Alan, Vicky, their girls and their husbands, are already gathered, and they all cheer as Heidi and I walk in.
“Oh, you look fantastic,” Vicky says, coming up to admire our costumes. She’s wearing a silver 1930s-style dress, with a band around her forehead that bears a single feather. “Lady Victoria Eddington-Jones, pleased to meet you.”
I laugh. “Lord Lawrence Edgmont at your service,” I say in my best posh English accent.
Vicky giggles and hands the cigarette holder to Heidi. “And you must be the Countess Heidi Carlton.”
“Yes, and I’m very pleased to meet you.” Heidi’s accent is impeccable, but she finishes with a giggle, which makes us all laugh.
