“Where are we-?”
Her voice was a caress, and it broke my good intentions right in half the moment we stepped into the ballroom, where servants buzzed around placing florals, chairs, and tables for tonight’s party. I stopped and turned to her, bending just enough that my arm would support her, and threw my wife over my shoulder. Her yelp was uncommonly pleasing amidst the echo of the room.
“Have you lost your mind? People will talk!” she hissed into my ear.
“I don’t care,” I said.
And god help me, I didn’t. I barely noticed the people around us as I strode through the room and down the hall. I’d warned her many times before what I was; if she didn’t listen, it was her own fault at this point.
Luckily, the door to the library was open, and I didn’t have to set her down. She was saying something, but I kicked the door down before setting her down on the oak desk at the center, unconcerned about the papers that went scattering.
Her eyes were fire, and her cheeks were the brightest crimson as she glared at me.
“Have you lost your mind?” she shouted.
“Rosamund,” I said, tension in every fiber of my being.
She swallowed hard, and all her anger turned to something entirely different as her eyes dropped to my mouth.
“Yes?” she whispered.
I counted to three as I ran my eyes over her, like a painting in her high-necked lace dress and veil half askew, before I pinned her eyes with mine. Lest she think I was anything other than deadly serious.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
“Oh god,” she said, her mouth falling open.
I may have offended her sheltered socialite side, but my wife was born of the sea and was a tempest in herself. She threw herself off the desk and turned her back to me, showcasing an alarming number of small buttons.
“If you break this dress, I’ll be very put out,” she said. “Get to work, Captain.”
The grin she threw me over her shoulder was both infuriating and the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.
A shame I hadn’t brought the hook extension for my arm, as it would have made this task easier. I would just have to remember that patience was a virtue, as they liked to say. I leaned over, pressing a kiss against her warm neck, and relished the sharp intake of her breath. With that, I began the grueling labor of undoing button by button with one hand. Luckily, I’d always been fairly decent with my hands.
“How should I take you, Rose?” I asked, two buttons in.
She shifted her body, foiling my attempt at the third.
“Hold still, or we will be here all night,” I commanded. “Answer the question.”
“It’s hard not to move when you say things like that,” she whined.
Stubborn woman.
“Maybe right here across the desk. I'll bend you over and watch how you take me so well.” I said.
“Seas,” Rose panted.
“Are you wet already for me? Are you thinking about me pinning you against a bookshelf and fucking you hard enough to knock the books off?”
“Well, now I am.”
How many buttons could one dress have? I’d fought sea monsters with more ease than this.
Rose reached one hand down and began pulling up her dress, and I saw her intent well enough. I leaned down, pinning her with my body and wrapping my hand around her neck, my mouth against her ear.
“If I have to wait, so do you, Princess, or you can let me rip the dress open,” I said.
