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Page 75 of Seducing the Knave

“You lost?!”

Frederick looked flatly at Hannah. “Yes, I lost.”

Hannah took a deep breath, and then another to keep herself from losing it. “And rather than risk this humiliation, your father had no choice but to marry me.”

Beaming, she reached across the table and took Frederick’s hand in her own.

Frederick continued to look at her with a very unimpressed expression… even though he was also working rather hard not to chuckle.

“Father…” Amelia could not have looked less impressed. “You lost to Hannah. But she is half your size!”

And that did it. Hannah burst into laughter, which had Frederick doing the same. He tried to cover his mouth, and Hannah slapped his arm as she snorted and giggled and made noises that were unlike any he had ever heard. And all the while, Amelia watched them, having no idea what was going on or why it was so funny.

Yes, Frederick felt some guilt for what had happened last night and this morning. And likely, he would continue to feel it for a while—a problem that he was not sure how to solve. But moments like this certainly helped, for it was as he laughed along with Hannah that he was forced to admit that right here, right now, he was the happiest he had been in a very long time.

Who would have guessed that a ‘wrestling match’ could lead to such a thing?

Chapter Sixteen

Hannah loved how Frederick felt inside her. Loved it. His body pressed as close to hers as could be. The feeling of his member throbbing as he moved his hips back and forth. His teeth biting her neck. His lips sucking. His hands grabbing her hips and squeezing as if afraid to let go. There was nothing about it that she did not relish.

“Frederick,” Hannah groaned as her husband began to thrust harder and faster. “We… we have to…”

“Have to what?” he growled in her ear, before nipping her earlobe.

“Hurry,” she breathed. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back, as lost in the moment as could be while still frustratingly aware of the time crunch that they were on. “We have to hurry.”

“Do not rush me.”

“But—”

“Or command me.” His hand covered her mouth, and he began to thrust even harder—a sharp, quick motion.

“Oh…” Each thrust sent a pulse from her loins to her toes. “Oh… yes… right… there… urgh!”

It was early in the morning, although not as early as Hannah would have liked. She had hoped to wake up even earlier, before the sun, so that she and Frederick might have time to explore one another’s bodies without having to worry about the time. But they had been up late the previous night—for obvious reasons—which caused the delay.

The way Frederick had woken her this morning was common now. While she was sound asleep, she felt his lips between her thighs, but then she continued to feign sleep because she knew that the longer she did so, the harder Frederick would lick and suck. Eventually, his ministrations had her gasping, which had Frederick pulling her down to him, which had him wrapping her legs around his waist as he entered her without delay. One peak out the window and Hannah knew they did not have time for this, but… well, she was only human, after all.

It had been a week since they first spent that glorious night together—and what a week it had been. Every morning they made passionate love, and every night they did the same. Frederick no longer bothered with pretending he did not want her, such that Hannah wondered if they would ever stop if Amelia wasn’t always around.

However, as perfect as it all seemed, there was one issue that Hannah could not quite look past, or fathom how she might do so.

Frederick’s body began to shake. His groaning and panting became louder and more aggressive. His thrusts were shorter and sharper and quicker, and the way he held her became purposeful, as if he was concentrating. Hannah knew by now what this meant, and again she wondered if today would be different.

Suddenly, Frederick pulled out of her. She gasped at the sensation and then frowned with disappointment as he spilled on her thigh. She might have said something or objected, but each time he did, he then fell down next to her, pulled her close, smothered her with kisses, and seemed to do everything he could to draw attention away from that act.

“Amelia is probably wondering what is taking us so long.” He chuckled. “No doubt she has been up since before sunrise.”

“Yes…” Hannah could feel his sticky mess on her thigh. “She has been talking about nothing else for two days now. I am surprised she hasn’t come in here to check on us.”

“She knows better than that,” Frederick said, even though he turned in the bed and eyed the door… just in case. “Or she should.”

Hannah laughed and pushed him off her. “We best hurry, anyhow. We did promise that we would leave first thing.”

Frederick groaned and reached for her. “Can we not just stay in bed all day?”

“Do you want to risk your daughter’s wrath?”


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