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Chapter Twenty-Two
For the remainder of the day, I struggle not to think about the moment when Emery knelt before me, ready to take my cock into her mouth. Control—of my work, my life, and my passions—has been the impetus for everything I've done for longer than I can remember. Then I'd seduced an American and convinced her to marry me for money. Was I in control of the situation then? Donnae know anymore.
Perhaps I've been unraveling since that first night in New Orleans.
And I've fought it with every iota of self-control I have left.
Though I know Emery wants me to dine with her every evening, I've resisted that too. Tonight is no different. I steal some food from the kitchen, while Mrs. Darroch is elsewhere in the castle, and eat at my desk.
Have you ever fantasized about stripping me naked, laying me over that smooth wood, and having your way with me right here in your office?
Ever since Emery spoke those words the other day, I've hungered to do just that. Sex on my desk? No, that wouldn't be proper. A bed is the only place I will ever shag my wife. But the memory of her sultry voice, the way she'd looked at me when suggested it… I yank open a desk drawer and snatch up the bottle of Ben Nevis, removing the cap. Just as I'm about to pour the whisky down my throat straight from the bottle, I freeze. Even the best single malt can't compare to the intoxicating pleasure of taking my wife's body.
I return the bottle to the drawer and kick it shut. Then I race upstairs.
There in the hallway, I strip off my clothes, letting them fall where they may, not giving a toss about the mess I'm making. When I reach the door to Emery's bedroom, I hesitate. Better wait until my breathing normalizes and my pulse slows down. I'm not excited because I'm about to shag my wife. I'm out of breath from running up the stairs from my office.
Once I've calmed myself, I knock on the door twice.
I should wait for her to open the door, but I find myself grasping the knob, twisting it, and pushing the door inward.
Emery stands beside the bed wearing only a satin dressing gown that stops halfway down her thighs. It's pink, naturally. The bed covers have been thrown back. Her mouth hangs open, surprise lighting up her face as her mouth tightens into a sexy smile.
She glances at my cock that's waving in front of my body.
I shut the door on my way to her, halting near the foot of the bed. "You win."
"Just like that? I mean, you could wait a couple more hours and it'll be day five. You'll have won the bet."
"Donnae care about winning." The sight of her naked legs transfixes me, and my cock jerks. Donnae care that my face has cinched up with a need I cannae deny anymore. "I need to fuck ye, m'eudail. Now."
"Oh God, I want you too, baby. So much."
I move closer, my hands rising of their own volition to rub her upper arms. "The wager was we'd be naked in your room in four days. Cannae wait another day to feel the heat of your soft, slick body around my cock."
She sags into me, angling her head up as if she's begging me to possess her mouth.
I skim my hands up to her shoulders and down along the neckline of her dressing gown until my fingertips tease her breasts. With one hand, I free the belt around her waist, and the gown falls open, revealing her flat belly and the tits I've needed to devour more than food. I push the satin off her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.
"M'eudail," I whisper while I drag my fingers over her breasts, down to her belly, "you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. Or laid my hands on."
She spreads her palms on my chest. "I want to touch you the way you've touched me, the other times we were together. I want to feel every inch of you."
"This is what you want for the bet?"
"No. This is extra, and you can say no."
Grasping her upper arms, I pull her body into mine. "Have your way with me, m'eala-fhiadhaich. Donnae let me fetter your wings."
"My wings?" She hops up on her toes, twining her arms around my neck. "What was that you called me? It sounded lovely."
"M'eala-fhiadhaich. It means my wild swan." And I called her my darling a moment ago, but I won't think about why. I massage her flesh with my fingers, keeping my touch gentle. "You are a free and untamed lass, and as elegant and beautiful as any swan."
She moves back half a step, roving her gaze over me from head to toe. The golden light from the bedside lamp lends her skin a heavenly glow, as if she is a genuine angel—the sort with a wicked streak. She lays her palms on my belly and glides them up, her skin grazing all the fine hairs, awakening every nerve until I feel like I'm electrified from the inside out. My lids slide almost shut, and I gaze at her through the barest of slits, relishing the lustful yet soft expression on her face. She explores me as if she means to memorize every contour of my body, her hands traveling up my chest, across my shoulders, down my arms and back up my sides until she reaches my hips. Then she lays her wee palms on my erse, seeming surprised that she can't span my cheeks with her hands. Her body is flush with mine as she runs her palms up my back.
The scent of her desire fills the air, and I cannae resist inhaling deeply to savor it.
I exhale a jagged breath, and my voice comes out rough. "Ye plan on killing me, then, lass?"
