“Wife. Tell me…” Landon deepened his thrusts and quickened his pace.
Her fingers dug into the wood frame. “Landon, don’t stop.” On the verge of release, she began to rock back. The sound of their bodies joining pushed her over the edge. She inhaled and exhaled deeply she basked in the pleasure seeping into her muscles.
Landon continued to make love to her. The man was tireless. A tug on her scalp had her peaking a second time.Blast—she would never be able to claim a singular position as her favorite.
* * *
After a rigorous nightof bed sport, Landon insisted they postpone breaking their fast in favor of a couple of hours of sleep. Now, well past the nooning hour, he was pleased to see his wife’s beautiful face devoid of the dark smudges under her eyes. Folding the daily paper, Landon waited for Bronwyn to lift her cup of tea to her pretty lips. If she had a mouth full of liquid, she wouldn’t be able to scold him for what he was about to share.
“I forgot to mention last evening that, prior to me leaving Archbroke’s dinner, I announced our union and that we would be holding an official ball here to celebrate the occasion of your recovery.”
Bronwyn’s eyes widened briefly over the rim of her cup. “My recovery? What ailment did you give me?”
He chuckled and lifted his own cup filled with coffee. Thank goodness his wife had a sense of humor. “Nothing deadly.” Before taking a sip, he added, “Theo and Mama have offered to assist you with the planning and organization.”
“Splendid. That should keep them busy and out of my hair while I attend to matters at the office.” Bronwyn sipped her tea and stared at him.
Landon managed to swallow the mouth full of the hot dark brew without sputtering. “Office? Do you mean you intend to return to work for Christopher?”
The corner of her lips twitched as she nodded. “Only while Christopher searches for a suitable replacement.”
“Hmph. I suspect Christopher might be of a similar mind as I am. There is no one quite like you.” Raising his cup to lips again, he added, “He’ll never be satisfied with another.” He took a long sip of his coffee.
“You know, Christopher really should receive the mark. In the meantime, I shall see to it that my replacement will be capable of meetingallof your brother’s requirements. I’ll have everything in place before I begin my lying in.”
Coffee spewed from his mouth and flew across the table.
At his side in a flash, Bronwyn pounded on his back as he coughed and sputtered.
“You areenceinte?”
His wife let out a laugh as she rubbed his back. “No, silly. But I can’t imagine it will be long before I am, given the frequency with which we engage in marital relations.” One last giggle escaped her as she resumed her seat. “Do I have your permission to assist Christopher?”
“Wife, you don’t need my permission as to how you go about your day. Do as you wish. I merely ask you reserve the evenings for me.”
Bronwyn tilted her head, pursed her lips, and with a decisive nod, said, “I suppose that is a reasonable request. I have a similar one of my own. Will you agree to spend Saturdays with me?”
“All day?”
“Yes—all dayuntil I fulfill my duty and birth a son.”
“Hmm…” What a wonderful future he had to look forward to. Revealing his dimple, Landon asked, “And if we are only blessed with girls?”
“Then you shall be spending many a Saturday with your wife.”
He winked and nodded. “You, my dear, are a tough negotiator. I agree.”
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