Lucy’s hand drifted to her bodice, where she was restraining herself from rubbing her breasts to get some sort of pleasurable friction. He was narrating her most private of fantasies, what she wanted and could not request or demand. Her brain felt like it was folding in on itself as if made of nothing more than honeycomb, sending viscous liquid down her spine. What he’d done in that hallway was nothing; this was the ultimate seduction. But what if he was enraged or disappointed to discover that she was already pregnant — and hadn’t invited him to share these moments he so clearly wanted?
“If you think the contents of my pocketbook are anything, wait until the baby arrives, love. I’ll be beating my cock raw as you nurse my child and raring to give you another. You’ll be dripping in my jewels. I’ve made babies all over town, but I’ve never had one of my own. One with you.”
Lucy shook almost imperceptibly, realizing that he wanted exactly the thing he already had — and simply didn’t know it yet. What if she told him now? Tears sprang to her eyes, her emotions bigger than ever because of the baby. What if she’d ruined everything by not telling him before?
“How was I living without you?” he asked, moving his hand to stroke her hair, then pulling back when he recalled her orders not to touch her. She couldn’t think about the larger issues now. She’d have to send him on his way so she could think. Sort out what to do.
Lucy moved close, her full skirts pressing against his legs and clothed, caged cock, then laid a gentle kiss on his lips. He opened his mouth to her and let her tongue slide along his own as they nibbled and sucked at each other's lips.
“Adam, don’t you want to come?” she asked, giving his arse a squeeze.
He gripped the carriage door handle as his orgasm sent his cock against that delicious cage, his sack giving up the last of his seed. The wet spot spread on his fine tailoring like a brand. Her brand.
Lucy ran her fingers over the patch of seed while she nodded playfully, covering up her fear and the waves of feelings that had become difficult to contain in the closed space. “You seem to have made a mess. Looks like you’ll have to go home and clean yourself up.”
“I’ll clean myself up,” he said. “And I’ll keep this contraption clean, so I’m ready for you.”
Lucy raised her brows. He pressed a small key into her palm.
“When you’re ready, come and unlock me. I’ll wait for you.”
Chapter 9
He waited six longdays for her to come to him.
When she finally arrived, she found him twisted in the sheets, with his hard cock trapped in that cursed cage and his chest sweaty.
When his eyes adjusted to the light after waking from the pressure of something against him, he startled. She was a vision. Her body was nude and more shapely than ever before. Those full breasts were heavy and calling for his touch. Was she a fever dream or had his dreams come true?
At her neck, she wore a chain. On the chain, there were two keys.
“You kept the key to my bedroom, did you, love? And sweet-talked my butler into letting you in?”
Adam could hear the waver in his own voice, the emotions that were threatening to break through.
Lucy straddled his thighs, and he could just make out the shadow of her quim. She’d come to him with keys and — despite obsessive planning — he suddenly had no thoughts other than getting his cock free and planting himself in that cunny.
She placed her hand on his belly, her thumb stroking over the line of hair that ran to where he needed her most.
“I must tell you something,” she said.
She was bare and beautiful, carrying the keys to his heart and cage…and she wanted to talk?
“Go ahead, love.”
Never let it be said that Adam wasn’t a patient man.
She shifted on his thighs, and he imagined for a moment that he could feel how wet she was. Oh, this was actual torture.
“Remember how you released inside of me in the duchess’s hallway?” she asked, her eyes downcast.
Her heart was beating at a rate that might kill her. This was when she needed to risk the greatest disappointment of her life, hoping she’d fallen in love with a man who would love her back. And love their child.
“I think about it every day, and I am so sorry, love.”
“And do you remember what you said about a child in the future?”
“That I want to put a baby in you?”
