Smiling, Paul looked at his sleeping spouse. Life with her was never boring. She was, without a doubt, a force of nature to be reckoned with.
Taking care not to wake her, he rose with their daughter in his arms. He placed Pru in the bassinet in the sitting room and returned to the bedchamber, closing the door softly behind him. He climbed into bed, trying not to disturb Charity, and yet she stirred. Her lashes lifted, and he found himself mesmerized as ever by those jeweled depths.
"Did I drift off? Is Pru asleep?" Charity murmured.
"Yes." Unable to resist, he nuzzled her ear. She smelled of everything clean and good. Everything he could ever want. "I put her down, and hopefully she'll stay that way for a bit."
"Like her papa, she never stays down for long," his wife said with a yawn.
"Funny you should mention that." Catching his wife's hand, he brought it against his morning cockstand.
"I was referring to you in the boxing ring," she said with a muffled laugh.
But her hand eased up and down, her touch so perfect.
Lying on his side, he gave himself over to the pleasure of a morning frig from his wife. He was, undoubtedly, the most fortunate man alive. Lust unfurled in his belly as he watched her small hands take charge of his eager equipment. She knew just how to touch him, fisting his shaft with one hand whilst cupping his balls with the other. And that expression on her face, so sweetly lusty ... for that alone, his cock wept a tear of joy.
He leaned over and claimed her mouth. Their kiss was drowsy and passionate, and they rolled sensuously over the sheets, tangling tongues and limbs and shedding robes along the way. He nibbled her ear, her neck, made his way to her breasts. He was fascinated and aroused by the changes pregnancy had wrought in his little nymph. Her tits had grown plumper, her nipples more sensitive. When he licked those perky tips, she shivered.
When he suckled a drop of liquid sweetness from her, she moaned.
He indulged himself, playing with her breasts while she clearly had some ideas of her own. Her hands found his prick again, and his hips jerked in helpless pleasure at her caresses. It was too good, too fast and too soon ...
"Sweeting, I won't last if you keep that up," he murmured.
She looked at him with steady, loving eyes. "I want to kiss you. Here," she said throatily, swirling the damp tip of his cock with her thumb. "May I please?"
Devil and damn. His temperature shot up another ten degrees; he was lucky he didn't just explode then and there.
"There's nothing that would please me more," he said. "Only ..."
"Yes?"
"I want to taste you, too."
Her brow furrowed adorably. "I suppose we could ... take turns?"
"And here I thought you were the efficient one," he chided her.
"What do you mean ...?"
She didn't get a chance to finish for he lifted her, maneuvering her into the position that he had in mind. Now she lay atop him, her lips poised above his quivering cock ... and her sweet pussy above his watering mouth. A winning proposition from all angles.
"This is so ... wicked," his wife breathed against his prick.
"I knew you'd like it," he said.
Then he wrapped his hands around her slim thighs, groaning as he indulged himself. It became a decadent game of pleasure, a sensual follow-the-leader. When he licked her slit, she tongued his cock from root to tip. When he tickled her clit, she suckled his sensitive cockhead. When he plunged his tongue inside her hole, she took him to the balls. And on it went, until they were straining against one another, breathing hard, bound by the hot, frenzied intimacy ...
As his climax raged near, he had just enough presence of mind to try to dislodge her, to gasp out, "Sweetheart, I'm too close—"
She didn't budge. Kept right on sucking him, and from the way her hips wriggled, she expected him to do the same.
Luckiest. Man. Alive.
With a lusty sigh, he dove back in.
They came together, a deep shuddering ecstasy that rocked his body and soul.
Afterward, he gathered her in his arms. She lay with her head on his chest, their limbs entwined and heartbeats mingling. The moment was so beautiful that Paul wanted to stay that way forever.
Forever lasted approximately two minutes.
A cry came from the sitting room.
Charity sighed. "We'd better get Pru before she wakes everyone in the house."
"Everyone's up anyway." Paul slung an arm over his eyes as his wife left the bed. "I'm pretty certain I heard my niece raising havoc about an hour ago." He took some consolation in the fact that at least Hunt wasn't getting any sleep either. "And at this rate, the Kents' little boy won't be far behind."
"Since everyone's up, we might as well go down and visit," Charity said. "Your mama and Marietta are probably lying in wait already. You know how they love to dote on Pru. With those two for grandmamas, Pru could end up a spoiled little hoyden if we're not careful."
"A bit of indulgence never hurt anyone," he said. "After all, you let me have my way with you quite often—and I turned out fine, didn't I?"
Paul grinned when Charity made a face at him. As she dressed, he lay back and admired the view. He'd never tire of the pleasure of simply seeing his wife each and every day. For as long as he lived, he knew he'd never take that privilege for granted.
"Are you going to leer at me all day, or are you getting up?" she said.
"Leer," he said.
He smiled when she tried to look annoyed and failed. Rising, he sauntered over, cupped her nape, and kissed her until she went limp against him once more.
"What was that for?" she said breathlessly.
"For being you," he told her. "My sunshine, my heart, and my home."
Her radiant smile spoke louder than words. Her hand slipped into his, and together they went to fetch their daughter. To greet the love and mayhem of their happily forever after.
THE END
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OTHER BOOKS BY GRACE CALLAWAY
"Her Husband's Harlot" (Mayhem in Mayfair #1)
Not Quite a Wife
After a disastrous wedding night, proper Lady Helena Harteford fears for the fate of her new marriage. Disguised as a doxy, she tracks her husband down at a bawdy house to reason with him ... and instead discovers the thrill of forbidden passion. An innocent ruse turns into a risky deception; how far will this once-wallflower go to win her husband's love?
Unfit to be a Husband
Orphaned at an early age, Nicholas Morgan escapes his violent beginnings to become a successful merchant—only to discover that he is the legitimate heir of the Marquess of Harteford. His transition to the ton is rocky and made rockier when he marries above him. Torn between guilt and lust, he tries to protect his sweet, innocent wife from the demons of his past. But can he safeguard her from his own raging desires?
Caught between Past and Present
When a dangerous nemesis rises from Nicholas' past, husband and wife must work together in order to survive. From the drawing rooms to the stews of Regency London, they find themselves caught in a game of passion and seduction. Will true love prevail? Or is Helena destined to remain ... Her Husband's Harlot?
"Her Wanton Wager" (Mayhem in Mayfair #2)
A Wager She Can't Afford to Lose
When her brother falls into the clutches of gamester Gavin Hunt, feisty heiress Persephone Fines will do whatever it takes to save him. Hunt offers her an outrageous proposition: he will release her brother … if she can resist
six nights of seduction. Can she withstand the scoundrel's wicked charm—and the shocking desire he rouses with each touch?
A Bet He's Determined to Win
A product of London's violent stews, Gavin Hunt has clawed his way to success and power. Now he will stop at nothing to achieve his life-long goal: revenge upon the man who betrayed him. He plans to seduce his enemy's sister … but doesn't count on losing his heart. Will he give up his need for vengeance—or risk forsaking the only woman he's ever loved?
From Six Nights ... to Forever
As the battle of the sexes rages on and seduction flares into uncontrollable passion, Gavin and Percy must also fight a hidden enemy. Only by trusting one another can they defeat the threats of past and present. In this high-stakes game of love versus sin, what will be the outcome of … Her Wanton Wager?
"Her Protector’s Pleasure" (Mayhem in Mayfair #3)
She Breaks Society's Rules
Wealthy widow Lady Marianne Draven is as notorious for her behavior as she is for her beauty. Unbeknownst to the ton, however, her scandalous image obscures a desperate quest: to find her kidnapped daughter. Clever and daring, Marianne will stop at nothing to get her little girl back ... and the last thing that she expects is for her heart to get in the way.
He Stands for Justice and Order
A man of honor, Thames River Policeman Ambrose Kent has devoted his life to duty and doing what is right. When his father faces financial ruin, Kent takes on a risky yet lucrative assignment to save his family. Fate has him investigating a mysterious and unscrupulous beauty, a lady he has no right to desire ... and no power to resist.
When Two Opposing Forces Collide
Passion ignites between the unlikely lovers. As secrets unravel, can Marianne and Kent trust one another and work together to rescue her child from a dangerous foe? Can their love survive betrayal ... and will Marianne surrender to Her Protector’s Pleasure?
"Abigail Jones" (Chronicles of Abigail Jones #1)
A Maid with a Secret
Shy housemaid Abigail Jones hides a terrible affliction: visions of depravity haunt her. In desperate need of a refuge, Abby seeks a position at Hope End, a gothic English estate. Instead of solace, however, she discovers pieces of a mystery: a portrait of a malevolent beauty, a housekeeper who knows too much, and a powerful man torn between revenge and desire …
A Lord with a Past
Enigma swirls around Earl Huxton, a rich and rakish widower. Yet beneath Hux's devil-may-care façade lies hidden torment—and a secret crusade to destroy evil. Nothing compromises his quest for vengeance until he meets Abby, whose innocent eyes seem to see into the dark corners of his soul and whose touch entices him to relinquish the past for an infinitely sweeter obsession ...
A Love for All Time
Together, Hux and Abby hunt a deadly supernatural foe through the gothic countryside and the erotic underworld of Victorian London. As passion flares between master and maid, dangerous secrets begin to unravel. With the battle against evil looming, a stunning link between Hux's past and Abby's secret comes to light. Will their demons destroy their future ... or will their love vanquish the darkness once and for all?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Grace Callaway pens steamy historical romances set in the Regency and Victorian eras. Her debut manuscript, Her Husband's Harlot, was a Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® Finalist and a #1 National Regency Bestseller and International Bestseller.
Outside of writing, she holds a doctorate from the University of Michigan and practices clinical psychology in Northern California. When she isn't busy juggling the delightful chaos of family, work, and writing, she loves to escape outdoors. Her other favorite obsessions include coffee, orchids, and all things BBC.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To my readers and fans: thank you for your support of Mayhem in Mayfair. I hope you've enjoyed spending time in this world as much as I have enjoyed creating it. Your encouragement has literally helped me to follow my dreams. Heartfelt appreciation to you all!
To my writing posse: Tina Folsom, best of friends and writing partners—I'm loving our weekly work/hanging out sessions! Thank you for being a support and an inspiration. Virna De Paul, brilliant writer and friend—thank you for your honesty, help with my work, and your friendship. Diane Pershing, developmental editor extraordinaire—this book is better because of you. And to Brian, who manages to be the perfect spouse and perfect editor ... a monumental feat!
To the team that supports my work: Carrie, you make my books beautiful, and you're such a joy to work with. Melissa, thank you for keeping my newsletter (and me) on track. John, thank goodness you're a technical whiz ... so I don't have to be!
To my family, immediate and extended: hugs and kisses for supporting me in this wild, wacky, and wonderful journey. Love to you all!
Last, but not least, this book is dedicated to Brian ... because I did want a poet for a husband. Love you, baby.
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