“Yes.”
“And the end of the story?”
“I don’t know yet. Do you?”
“So you still won’t marry me?”
He had meant it in jest, but Susannah’s face grew serious. “If you made it a condition of loving you, I would.”
“But?”
She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, and he leaned into her touch.
“But I don’t want to be a countess,” she said. “And you know marriage won’t make me belong to you more or you belong to me more. You know that.”
Yes, he did.
“And I’m too old to be a mother,” she said in that way she had, as if she were discovering something surprising when she had known it all along.
“You were already a mother,” he said. “To five boys.”
She made a face. “A terrible mother.”
“No. I know you weren’t.”
“Perhaps we should not talk about my brothers just before you ravish me.”
“Is that what I’m about to do?” His eyes went to the settee, a place where he had previously enjoyed Susannah and she, him.
She trailed her hand along the edge of the desk. “I’ve often thought of you taking me on this desk.”
Susannah lying on the desk, her legs spread, and Henry atop both her and the desk, pumping into her. His cock grew rigid, began to throb. Then he thought of his knees, the hard desk, and—damn it—the knees set up a throb, too.
As if she knew what he was thinking—she almost certainly did—Susannah added, “Bent over. You behind me.”
“Standing?”
“Yes.”
“Turn around then, Miss Beasley.”
She turned, and he gave her bottom a loving spank.
“What do I have here?” He kneaded her buttocks and pressed his cock against them. “An enchantress at my mercy.”
She laughed and leaned over the desk. “Yes.”
“I need a magic wand to conquer you.” He forced her against the desk fully by pushing at her hips as he continued to rub his cock against her.
“You have one,” she said.
“Oh, yes, I do.”
“But I can cast a spell and overpower you.”
“Shall I provide a gag to muffle your spells and cries of anguish as I split you wide with my cock?” He released her bottom and reached for his cravat.
“No, wicked knight. I’ll be good.” A pause. “And I can never get the knot in your cravat as Carruthers does, and then our secret will be out.”
