Page 19 of To Tame a Wicked Widow

“No, you may not come. Not until you explain why you wanted to throw away what we had in Guildford for the sake of money.”

“I was afraid,” she whispered.

“Be specific,” he growled, reaching up to pinch her nipples until she squirmed in delight.

“Of choosing heart over duty. I’ve always chosen d-duty. My father died when I was sixteen…and my mother did not take it well, nor did Mark. Responsibility for matters fell to me. I married Sir Josiah for them. I thought perhaps when Mark married Penelope he might change. Pay his own bills. But he didn’t, and I’ve indulged them b-both far too long. My brother’s behavior colored my thinking about younger men—”

“I’m not like him.”

“I know. But my experiences said all young men were reckless with money and fickle in love. That you’d want many paramours before settling down.”

Ethan frowned, his hands stilling. “Rather arrogant of you to decide my future. And why shouldn’t my first lover be the only one for me?”

Good grief. If he kept this up, she would become the worst of watering pots.

Madeline cupped his cheek. “Because I’ve never been enough. My family always scolded me. Sir Josiah did. And your relatives. Thanks to them, I am acutely aware of my many flaws. But you didn’t ask for change. So I thought you were too young, too inexperienced to see the real me.”

“Or perhaps…I just like the real you? That snorty laugh? The red hair? A fiercely sensual bluestocking with a beautiful face and the most luscious curves in England?”

Several tears rolled down her cheek. “I…ah…well. Hmmm. When you p-put it like that…”

“I realize I have little to offer right now,” he said gruffly, “but I’ll ask anyway. Marry me, Madeline. Be my viscountess.”

Pure joy warmed her to the soul. “Far more to offer than you think, my lord. If you are sure…”

Abruptly Ethan turned her onto her hands and knees and covered her, his brawny chest pressed against her back, his engorged cock nudging her slick pussy. “I am. Now, are you going to say yes, or must I fuck you until you scream it?”

“Second option,” she gasped.

“Very well. By the by, if you are agreeable, I would like us to have a child one day.”

“A son. With amber eyes.”

He groaned and penetrated her deeply, stretching her wide enough to force a broken cry of delight from her lips. “Perhaps I’d like a red-haired daughter.”

“Both. We can have b-both,” she promised, barely coherent now as he thrust and withdrew in an exquisite, steady rhythm guaranteed to destroy her wits.

“Ah, sweetheart, this sounds promising. But I’m afraid I have further conditions.”

“Such as?”

Ethan paused, his breathing ragged. “We’ll read and debate and explore. When my finances improve, I’ll show you the world. But…I’m afraid I can’t countenance paying your brother’s bills. He needs to be a man, not a cossetted child.”

“I know. And I agree. Wholeheartedly. Now, hurry up and come inside me. I’d like those children sooner rather than later.”

He nipped her neck. “Must I remind you that orders result in discipline?”

“Spanking?” she asked hopefully.

“Indeed. Or your wrists bound, your nipples clamped, dildos in your cunt and ass…”

Oh God.

Wetness trickled from her pussy at his wicked words, exactly the kind that a wicked widow wanted to hear. But at this moment she desperately needed to climax. “Please, please come inside me.”

Ethan kissed her shoulder, and with one forceful push was buried deep in her again. “It makes me so fucking hard when you beg. Can you feel how much I need you?”

Madeline tried to speak, but he pressed a fraction further, and when he reached around to stroke her clitoris, sensation exploded. She screamed into the cushion, her fingernails clawing the satin as her pussy clenched and body bucked with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seconds later Ethan went taut, and his seed gushed inside her even as her name echoed in the chamber.