“The next time you let my fecking sister get out of the carriage unassisted, I’ll have your bloody job.”Declan pointed at the petrified coachman.
He was usually the calmer of the O’Brien brothers but had become increasingly more hostile the further along she became.She’d noticed that he and Tavish were very similar and often clashed since they were so close together in years.But Declan O’Brien loved his older brother fiercely and would do anything for him, which meant that he would do anything for Florentia and her unborn child.
She ignored his outburst, leading him over to O’Brien’s Boxing Club, which resided beside the gentleman’s club.Tavish had opened the club months after his fight with The Butcher.After society witnessed first-hand what an accomplish fighter her husband was, there wasn’t a gentleman in the ton that didn’t want to learn from him.
They entered into the club, a ring sat in the center of the open space, men were scattered around doing some form of exercise or another.Her gaze found her husband standing outside the ring, besides Dutch.
The sight of her husband standing tall, wearing nothing but a waistcoat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal muscled forearms, had her pulse quickening and her sex throbbing in need.
She’d come there with a single purpose, to bed her husband.As if he could sense her, Tavish turned and those crisp blue eyes that she had become obsessed with found her, a wicked knowing grin on his decadent mouth.
Releasing her brother-in-law, she marched toward the back of the boxing club toward her husband’s office.
“Hello Dutch!”Florentia called out to the older man, who had become like an uncle to her.
“Yer Grace, back again?”he asked, chuckling as Tavish began following her.
“I’ll be back,” she heard her husband tell the trainer, as she ignored the curious stares of the gentlemen who were currently training.
“You need to have a conversation with your bloody coachman for letting her out of the carriage without assistance,” her brother-in-law shouted at her husband.
“Aye, I’ll speak to him.”
That was the last thing Florentia heard as she walked down the hall to her husband’s study in the back of the boxing club.Once inside, she removed her gloves, her eyes lingering on the claddagh ring on her finger.
It was still the most beautiful piece of jewelry she’d ever owned.When Tavish had slipped it on her finger at their small wedding, she couldn’t help the tears that had fallen freely.
Throwing her pelisse off, and began making quick work of loosening the ribbons of her day dress as well as she could.
“Back again, Your Grace?”her husband asked, before closing the study door behind him.
Florentia attacked him, pushing him against the closed door, and pressing her body to his.“I need you right fecking now,” she said, not caring how utterly desperate she sounded.
She pulled at the flaps of his breeches, freeing him, her hands finding him hard and ready for her.
“Then take me, Princess.”He commanded before biting at her bottom lip in a playful nip.
Dear God, she loved him.
Dropping to her knees, Florentia ignored the insistent need in her core, wanting to taste him on her tongue.
“Fecking hell,” he said, as she greedily took him into her mouth.
His hands gripped at her head, hair pins falling to carpet.
“You’ve gotten so good at sucking my cock,a chuisle.”
She could feel the wetness gathering at the apex of her thighs at his coarse words.
His pulse.
From the moment she had learned the meaning of the title, he’d called her their very first time in the parlor, Florentia had melted.Now every time he said it, a part of her loved him all over again fresh and new.
“I fecking love that I’m the only man that’s had you like this,” he whispered, his fingers flexing around the nape of her neck.“On your knees, worshiping my cock.”
Dear God.
She’d confided in him, that she’d never pleased a man with her mouth.He was so cocky about being the first man to ever be pleased by her, that he commented on it regularly.
