“No, becauthe the water will jutht get muddy. We are going to wipe all the mud off and then we are going to get in the tub.”
Phineas got himself a towel and dipped it in the bath water. He thought he was going to get his own mud off, but he was delighted when Caroline took her towel to his face and head.
“You are terribly muddy,” she said, scrubbing at his ear. “And what you are doing?”
Phineas had been wiping her breasts. He grinned. “I thought I should start with the clean places first before the towel gets muddy.”
“You can do the clean platheth onthe we get in the bath.”
“Yes, darling. Let me have your hands then.”
She stopped scrubbing his ear and let him have her hands and he carefully cleaned them.
“Hold on,” he said and walked to the door of the bathroom.
“Phineath. Thtop. What are you doing?”
He opened the door. “Jones, do you have something for my lady’s nails so I can get the mud out from under them?”
“Phineath!” She threw a towel at him. He grinned and draped it over his midsection, his cock forming an obvious tentpole.
He called again. “Jones.”
“Thtop it! Thtay here, damn it!” His wife, furious, stormed past him naked and out into her bedchamber. He couldn’t see her or Jones but he could hear them talking.
“Joneth, where ith that little thing for the nailth? Oh, thank you. Now, whatever you do, if his lordthip callth you when we are in the bath, do not come in. Or avert your eyeth. He hath a dithguthting habit of thowing off hith man partth. I apologithe.”
“Yes, my lady. I won’t look. But I assure you, I have eight brothers. I have seen everything, my lady. Don’t worry, they all have disgusting habits. His lordship is no worse than the rest of them.”
“I thuppothe tho.”
He grinned when Caroline reappeared in the door. But she was angry, her brows knit together. She came in and closed the door.
“I don’t know why you want to embarrath me in front of Joneth. Thatth what I get for talking that way to you. You got all eckthited and wanted to eckthibit yourthelf. You are a child.”
Oh, no. She was really angry. Yes, she was right, the thrill of having his wife say such lewd things to him had made him treat her like one of his mistresses, one of the ones who delighted in scandalous play and would have hooted in delight at his being naked in front of her maid. Like Horatia would have done.
Of course, that wasn’t Caro. How stupid he was. It was like calling her a bad girl all over again. He really must pay better attention.
She was standing at the tub now, cleaning her own nails with a little carved wooden implement. He came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
“I think I was supposed to do that, darling.”
She kept cleaning under her nails. “Ith that my apology?”
“I’m sorry, Caro. I won’t do it again.”
She snorted.
“No, I promise. I won’t be naked in front of Jones or any other maid.”
“Yeth, well, I won’t do that particular thing again, either.”
“What thing?”
She had finished nails and now put both hands in the hot water to soak for a few seconds. “I won’t talk to you that way again.”
“Oh, Caro!” he wailed and pulled her against him.
