“—brandishing thebig stick.”
They laughed together—for the joy of the present, the promise of the future.
Then they kissed again.
Epilogue
“Harry…we’re goingto be late…”
Since his wife was naked and moaning those words as he took her up against the wall of her sun-drenched dressing room, Harry didn’t think she was too concerned about tardiness. His hands gripped her slim hips, and he lifted her nearly off his cock before slamming her down again. Her tight sheath rippled around him, the pleasure racing up his spine, tingling at his scalp.
“You’ll have to hurry up and come then, won’t you?” he growled.
She peered up at him with luminous eyes. Her lips tipped up. “I already did.”
Devil and damn, she was a lusty sprite. And she was his. All his.
The thought expanded his chest…and his cock. He relished her dainty and limber frame, how easily he could wrench her up and down his erection, holding her aloft with the thrusts of his prick. Her hands speared into his hair, and she pressed her mouth to his, kissing and kissing him as she took him deep inside. He drove in deeper and deeper still, yearning to be as close in body as they were in mind and soul.
Soon passion overwhelmed him, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Help me, love,” he panted. “Rub your pearl, make yourself spend again.”
Her cheeks flushed, she did as he instructed, reaching between their heaving bodies. His nostrils flared as he watched her slender finger work in her dark thatch, rubbing her little bud as his thick shaft spread her tender petals. The sight of her diddling herself, of his cock plowing her, was too much to bear.
For her, too, apparently.
She gave a breathless cry, her pussy quickening, gushing around his turgid member. The lush milking of her passage summoned his own climax. He shouted out as he blew his seed inside his wife in bursts of hot, endless pleasure.
He buried his face in her fragrant curls, trying to catch his breath.
“So now that we’ve christened my dressing room,” Tessa whispered in his ear, “is yours next?”
“You’ll have to give me some time to recover, you wanton minx.” With a laughing groan, he reluctantly eased from her, setting her toes on the floor. He chucked her under the chin. “And if we’re to christen every chamber of this place, I’ll have my work cut out for me.”
“Grandpapa may have overdone it,” she muttered.
As a wedding gift, Black had given them this palatial residence in Mayfair. What was remarkable about the place wasn’t just its many rooms…but the size of its nursery.
“Let’s just say his hint was unsubtle,” Harry said dryly.
He helped Tessa into her dressing gown before donning his own. He reached into his pocket for his new watch, his lips curving as his fingers brushed the engraved back. Tessa had given the piece to him last week when he’d been readmitted to the Royal Society. With De Witt’s perfidy revealed, Harry’s reputation had been restored.
The Society had also recognized Harry for his work in the development of safety standards for the handling of explosive materials. How strange it’d been to have his old ambitions fulfilled, to recognize that, as grateful as he was for the honor, he’d been given a far greater one.
Tessa’s cheeky inscription on the watch said it all:To my husband and Professor of Love.
There weren’t any titles or honors he wanted more.
“Harry, I’m late.”
“Now she worries.” He shook his head, smiling. “Don’t fret, we have an hour yet. We’ll get you to the ceremony on time.”
“I’m not talking about the ceremony.”
Her meaning hit him like a blast of gunpowder. Obliterated his ability to speak.
Her cheeks were pink, her eyes sparkling. “If it’s a boy, may I choose the name?”
