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His eyes were ablaze with excitement and there was a harsh twist to his mouth. He was aroused. I felt pride surge through me. This wasmyhusband.My manand I was the reason he looked likethis.
"Oui," I said honestly. "And do you, husband, want me?"
He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. "Let's find out, yeah?"
Chapter 6
Duncan
When you only fuck escorts, you don't bother with niceties. You fill out a form and they know you like a woman who isn't skinny—you like them curvy. You can tell them that you want a woman who enjoys ass play. One who likes to give and receive oral. You can be pretty precise about what you want and high-end escort agencies usually deliver. If they don't, I take my business elsewhere.
So, it was no surprise that I had no fucking idea how to make Elsa's wedding night special. I called in reinforcements.
Emilia and her friend Moana were helpful.
Moana didn't even laugh at me for marrying a woman who I thought was an escort but was not only the daughter of a crime boss but also knocked up by me.
"Rose petals strewn on the bed," Emilia suggested.
Where the fuck will I get roses this time of night?
This was why I preferred the Ritz. There, I could call the concierge, and the hotel would figure it out. I paused when I thought about how Elsa had mentioned my apartment was a hotel, and my lips curved because I just figured out how to get my hands on rose petals. Thank fucking God, Madame Lefèvre had that big red rose arrangement sitting in the foyer.
"I can do that. What else?"
"Champagne?" Moana added.
"She's pregnant," I ground out.
"For you, idiot," Moana clipped, "cause you don't need to be so fucking tense."
"How the fuck is this my life?" I protested.
"You're going to have a baby," Emilia said wistfully. "I can't wait to meet Elsa and see Baby Duncan. Our kids will be best friends, won't they?"
"You think Duncan's baby will wear a scowl like his daddy?" Moana wondered.
"Ladies, my new bride is taking a fucking shower, so get with the program so I can make her wedding night a little less of a nightmare?"
"You know how to use your dick, Duncan," Moana, who spoke from experience, drawled, "just don't go premature on her, and it'll all be fine."
"Are you trying to make me feel insecure about fucking?" I asked Moana, amused.
"Maybe?"
"I'm insecure about making a woman feel special, but I got no problem making her come. You know that."
"Argh! Stop," Emilia growled, "I don't want to know about my brother-in-law's sexual antics."
"He's damn good," Moana said without inflection.
"Ladies, I don't need help with using my dick, just my fucking brain," I grunted.
That spurred them back into brainstorming mode.
They gave me a hard time, sure—but it was worth it. The look on Elsa's face made me feel like I was fifteen feet tall. Fucking hell, she was breathtaking when she gave me her thousand-watt smile. It had stopped me in my tracks that first night in the Ritz and just now again when she saw what I'd done.
I was risking Madame Lefèvre's wrath when she saw the sheets tomorrow—but she could go fuck herself.
