She moved her hand in the light, watching as the diamonds sparkled. “I love this gift, too. I love the thought you put into it, the words etched upon it. How did I ever become so fortunate?”
Her husband gave her a wicked grin. “You gave me a list.”
Epilogue
Ways to be Wicked
1.Kiss a man until you are breathless.
2.Arrange for an assignation. Perhaps with Lord Q? your husband? Strike that,bijou.Definitelywith your husband.
3.Get caught in the rain with a gentleman. (This will necessitate the removal of wet garments. Choose said gentleman wisely.)
4.Sneak into a gentleman’s bedchamber in the midst of the night.
5.Go to a gentleman’s private apartments.
6.Spend a night in a gentleman’s bed.
7.Make love in the outdoors.
8.Ask your husband to help you disrobe.
There was something about a country house party.
And a list of ways to be wicked, one of which had yet to be completed.
And a picnic hamper.
And a most accommodating counterpane spread over the grass beneath the shade of a tremendous old oak.
And the very best wife a man could ever hope to call his own, seated at his side, looking as if she needed to be thoroughly ravished.
Yes indeed, there was something about all those things that made Decker settle upon the perfect way of spending his afternoon with Jo.
“There is one more item on your list, my love,” he told her as they finished the last of their luncheon. They had stolen away from the group at the Duke and Duchess of Westmorland’s country house weekend at last, and they were blessedly alone.
The time had never been more perfect.
She cast a minx’s smile in his direction. “Is there one more item? I must admit, I had quite forgotten all about the list.”
“Liar,” he accused without heat, dipping his head to kiss her luscious lips in a quick, thorough peck. “I am afraid you cannot graduate to true wickedness until you complete them all. As your husband, it is my solemn duty to make certain you excel at your studies.”
She kissed him again, her mouth opening for his questing tongue before she tipped her head back to gaze at him, her honey-brown eyes twinkling. “Hoping to debauch me, are you, Mr. Decker?”
“Yes, Mrs. Decker. I am.” He kissed her again. “Number seven is happening.”
“Number seven?” Her eyes went wide. “Happening here? Now? But anyone could happen upon us.”
“Here,” he repeated. “Now.”
And if anyonedidhappen upon them…well, he did not give a damn. They were amongst friends. The sun was high, the day was warm, he was happier than any man had a right to be, and he had every intention of burying his cock in his wife.
Forthwith.
At the notion, his prick twitched to life, hard and ready.
Slow down, old chap. We have to woo her first.
