Page 67 of A Rogues & Gentlemen Christmas

“Well, yes, but… big and hot and… cuddly.”

“Cuddly?” he repeated doubtfully. “I’m not a kitten.”

She snorted at that. “Certainly not, though you rather make me feel like one, which is lovely.”

He grinned at her, aware he must look smug, but the expression was swiftly wiped from his face as he realised she’d undone the fall on his trousers and was getting to her knees. Her fingers brushed through the trail of hair that arrowed down his belly to the thick thatch from which his arousal strained, begging for attention.

“I found a book when I was packing, Ludo,” she said conversationally. “I’d never seen anything like it.”

“Oh?” Ludo said, not paying much attention, not when her mouth was so close, her breath a teasing whisper of warmth over his taut skin.

“It had pictures.”

“Did it?” he murmured, before his mind snagged on the only book he had with pictures. “Oh!”

“Oh, indeed,” she said, though to his relief she did not sound disgusted, or cross, rather amused and curious.

“It was most… illuminating.”

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, please. His brain kept up an internal monologue as she trailed a fingertip along the crease at the top of his thigh, making him shiver.

She leaned closer and her tongue darted out, giving him an experimental lick, and Ludo groaned. She did it again, and he held his breath. With excruciating tenderness, she took him into her mouth and sucked gently. He felt dizzy.

“You like that?” she asked, pleased.

Ludo whimpered.

There was a surprisingly naughty chuckle, and Ludo gave himself over to the most exquisite torture of his life as his wife practised the art of driving him out of his mind. She was a quick study, and it was an embarrassingly short time before his body grew tight, his mind blank and emptied of any thought except the pleasure she gave him.

“B-Bunty,” he said, trying to force her name out, to warn her, but his lust-addled brain could not form words. Ludo gave a hoarse cry and sank his hands into her hair, too far gone to stop, to do anything but give in to the orgasm that rolled through him with the force of a tidal wave.

It took him a long moment to come back to himself, leaning on the wall beside him to keep himself upright, for his knees felt ready to buckle. Dazed, he focused on his wife with difficulty, but did not miss the smug expression that curved her lush mouth as she looked up at him from under her lashes.

“My word,” Ludo managed, wondering if he might sit down for a moment. “I’ve created a monster.”

Bunty snorted and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, no doubt to cover up her delighted smile at having brought him practically to his knees.

“Don’t make out like you’re sorry,” she said, grinning at him.

Ludo gave in. He sat heavily down in the nearest chair and quickly divested himself of breeches and boots. He turned a wicked expression on his wife and shook his head. “Oh, no. Not the least bit sorry, love, but… turnabout is fair play.”

Bunty, correctly interpreting the look in his eyes, scrambled to her feet with a little shriek as Ludo lunged for her and swept her up into his arms and over one shoulder. Feeling rather like a caveman returning home with his spoils, he dumped her on the bed, where she bounced invitingly on the mattress before he climbed over her.

“L-Ludo,” she said, wagging a warning finger at her. “If you m-make me scream, I’ll never be able to leave this room, I’ll be so mortified….”

“I always make you scream,” he retorted, making short work of the buttons on her bodice. “And I can live with that. There seem to be advantages to keeping you in my bed at all hours.”

“I’ll never be able to look Mrs Widdershins in the eye again. Nor her husband!” she said, covering her face with her hands.

“You’ll get over it,” Ludo said placidly. “And the rest of the household will just have to get used to it. I may be married, but I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Oh, you’re—”

“Dreadful,” he supplied for her, giving a happy sigh as he exposed her lovely breasts. “Wicked, depraved, utterly reprehensible….”

“Marvellous,” Bunty said closing her eyes, a blissful curve to her lips. “The best, best husband anywhere in the world… ever.”

Ludo cupped her breasts. You lucky bastard, he thought, grinning.