Fitz
Fitzhadjustshovedhis wife under his desk. And now? Now Fitz was going to kill his brother. He was going to commit fratricide.
Because Fitz’s fingers had been deep inside the tight, wet heat of his wife, and she had been moments from coming. He could feel the quiver, the hint of a flutter around his fingers.
Bloody fucking whoremongering ballocks!
“I don’t know what to do about Flick,” Felix said, his voice tired.
Fitz dropped into his seat, barely holding back his groan, hoping his brother hadn’t seen his raging erection. He had no idea if he looked like he had been minutes from fucking his wife on his desk, but thus far, Felix wasn’t looking at him strangely. He blew out a breath.
“Another talk regarding Lord Wessex go less than pleasantly?” he somehow managed, though his voice was noticeably deeper than usual.
There was a slight shuffling beneath his desk, and he hastily cleared his throat to cover the sound. And then hands slid up his thighs, and Fitz squeaked. He quickly broke out in a fit of coughing.
Felix eyed him but seemed to deem this normal for Fitz. For once Fitz was happy, he was a blundering buffoon.
“Flick spoke to you then. I am sure she had lovely things to say about me.”
Were they really going to have this conversation now? There was a tugging at the placket of his trousers. His spine jolted straight in his chair. “I was able to convince her not to kill you.” And now his voice was about fifty octaves higher than usual.
Felix cocked his head at him. “Thank you…” He scanned over Fitz, a slight question in his identical amber eyes. “I try to reason with her, but she cannot seem to get past the fact that Lord Wessex is fond of caterwauling.”
Small hands dipped inside his trousers. And pulled out his cock. And stroked it.
“Nrrgh. Is that an un-unreasonable complaint?”
“Are you well, Fitz? You were acting odd last night and now you are again. Even for you.”
Fitz sucked in a breath. Because his wife had just sucked his cock into her mouth. “Fine! Everything’s fi-ine.”
Felix paced the study, apparently too preoccupied to notice that Fitz’s voice had just cracked like a green lad whose ballocks were dropping.
“I suppose it’s notunreasonable,”Felix said. “But it isuncommonto have a faithful husband. This match was exactly what Father worked so hard for. It is my duty as Earl to make it happen. I can’t—won’t—let him down.” He yanked on his hair. “Not when I already have in so many ways,” he grumbled.
Fitz opened his mouth to disputethat,but then promptly shut it to stave off his moan. Bloody fucking hell. The woman’s tongue was criminal. He gripped the edge of his desk and started counting to one hundred. In Italian.
Uno, due, tre…
“The issue is they were betrothed young. Well, Lord Wessex was young. They were both one-and-twenty. Which is young for him and old for her,” Felix rambled.
…Dieci, undici, dodici.
“Felicity will come around once they are married and Wessex settles down. I don’t think it is all that shocking that he is out there”—Felix gave a toss of his hand—“frolicking about. It is what every young buck does.”
It wasn’t what Fitz had done. But that wasn’t the point. He bit back a groan. The point was, his cock was now buried in his wife’s throat.Shewas frolicking about quite fabulously with his erection right now. Dear Lord, how did she know how to suck a prick like that? Now was not the time for such a discovery. Not when his brother was turning and walking closer to Fitz’s desk. Fitz ground his teeth. To sodding dust.
His blood thundered in his ears, pleasure streaking up his spine. Either his wife was the most talented wench to ever fellatio or Fitz was just now discovering he harbored a hidden desire for the thrill getting of caught. Perhaps both.
“Are you paying me any attention right now?”
Shite. Fitz hadn’t been paying attention. How could he when Georgiana’s tongue was swirling around his—
“Head!” He cleared his throat. “I-I am just in my head. T-Traaanslations.”
Oh God. He was going to blow down his wife’s throat any minute now. Andthathe wouldn’t be able to hide from his brother. Not that he was doing an admirable job just now, as it were.
Fitz’s hand shot to Georgiana’s hair, and he jerked her head back. And his little kitten moaned.Fuck.
