by E. S. Carter
She pulled back and looked at him through heavy eyelids.
“Now you owe me a drink.”
“And then?”
“Then you can show me how you worship a queen.”
“Love, what are you doing?” Wick asked, the cuffs on his wrists biting into his flesh as he wiggled on the bed.
Lydia licked lower.
“We need to get to the office,” he groaned. “Smith is coming in today to go over our plans for expansion.”
“I know,” she cooed, her talented mouth nipping and sucking and biting.
“Then release me so I can get dressed. We’ve already had our fun this morning.”
Lydia placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his erection, and Wick bucked his hips, a low moan leaving his throat.
Then she stood, rearranged her pencil skirt and walked over to the full-length mirror to check her make up.
“Lydia,” Wick warned. “Give me the keys. You’ve had your fun.”
Lydia reapplied her siren red lipstick, smacked her lips together and then turned to her husband with a perfect pout.
“I’ll be back a little later, love.” She looked down at his bobbing member. “If that’s still hard when I get back I promise to put it to good use.”
She bent down to grab her bag, and slowly rose, giving Wick an eyeful of her perfectly round rear.
“Lydia, this is not fucking funny. I set up that meeting with Smith, he’s expecting me.”
“I’ll send him your regards, love,” she offered with a feline smile before sashaying to the doorway. “Oh, and next time, don’t go behind my back making deals with my company. This—” she motioned to his naked and spread-eagle body “—is a reminder that I own you husband, not the other way around.”
And then she was gone with a parting wink and a saucily blown kiss.
Wick groaned and thrashed for a full thirty minutes, yelling at his wife to release him, but he knew she was already gone.
The woman was going to be the death of him—literally.
Wick looked down at his still aroused body and said in a rasp, his voice hoarse from all the shouting, “But what a way to go.”
Acknowledgments
Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to be a little indulgent with this book and who went, “Yes. Do it!” when I said I wanted to write a Pride and Prejudice inspired story with a twist.
You see, Mr Darcy was my very first book boyfriend, and I’ve swooned over him for thirty years.
Now, those that know me also know that when it comes to film adaptations there is only ONE Fitzwilliam Darcy and that honour goes to the delectable Colin Firth.
So, Colin, on behalf of women the world over, thank you for donning Darcy’s breeches and thank you for getting all slippery and wet in that lake.
I always worry I’ll miss someone out in when I write this part, so I’m just going to say, to ALL my author friends, you are my rock stars, and I thank you for your support, your friendships, your advice and the beautiful words you bestow upon the world.
To the crazy ladies in my reader’s group ‘E’s Elite’. All the best people are bonkers, and you lot are, but in the best way possible. Thank you for your support, your friendships and your random posts that often require me to pull out my bottle of eye bleach. You guys get me through hard times and celebrate through the good times.
HUGE thanks to my Ah-mazing beta readers. Sharon - #GoatQueen, Nicola - #TVT, Alexandra - #TeaserQueen, Diane - #ARCQueen, and Karen - #LubeQueen. Your support is unending, and you put up with more than just my crappy first drafts.
Special thanks to Beth Cranford, from Panda & Boodle, for once more handling all things promo related. I’m honoured to call you a friend.
To all the blogs that not only read and review, but recommend, pimp, and promote me, and for no other reason than they love to do so. BIG SWS for you always.
To my ultimate author crush, Jane Austen, please forgive me for bastardising one of your works, but please believe I did so with much love. You are the queen, and I’m merely a pauper (not even a princess).
If ever there was a poster child for girl power, it’s you.
Finally, for you, the readers.
I wouldn’t be here without you. Thank you for your passion, your reviews and your support of authors by legally buying our books.
Bookworms will rule the world!
About the Author
Eli Carter lives in Cardiff, South Wales. The home of castles, dragons and folklore.
Her family joke that she was born with a book in her hand, and the urge to write stories soon followed.
At eleven, she won her school's literary prize. At ages fourteen to sixteen - her poetry phase after falling in love with Dylan Thomas and e.e. cummings - she had a few poems published, but life, love and family overtook her dreams, and she was in her thirties before she began the scary journey of self-publishing.
Her debut and internationally best-selling series, 'Love by Numbers', are a set of interconnected stand alone romances, all with varying themes of love. From second-chance to romantic comedy and M/M romance. These stories do not need to be read in order, in fact, she is often guilty of advising readers to start at the last book and work their way back through.
Contemporary romance is not the only genre she writes, her second series, 'The Red Order', is as dark and twisted as you can get, but there is beauty there too if you can open your eyes and look.
With many more stories bursting to be set free, she hopes you stay along for the ride.
She loves to connect with readers, so please feel free to friend/follow her on Facebook, IG and Twitter or join her reader's group, E's Elite <3
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Also by E S Carter
Love by Numbers series
Nineteen
Twenty One
Three (stand alone)
Thirteen (stand alone)
One (M/M stand alone)
Eight (stand alone)
Red Order series
Feyness
Parasight
The Proof is the Way it Hurts (M/M Novella)