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She opened her lips to answer …

“Moo!”

EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN

YOUR LOVEABLE PARTS

Miles, Daisy, and Belle walked back from the woods to find the manor house dreaming in the afternoon sun, the main rooms clean and quiet, their butler nowhere to be seen. When Miles poked his head into the nursery, Nanny Plum was sitting by the window, folding a stack of tiny garments.

“There she is!” Nanny cried, springing from her seat so quickly that clothing tumbled to the floor.

Belle hid her face against Miles’s shoulder as if she were shy—which she was not—and then peeked at her nanny.

“Please come to me?”

With a radiant smile that suggested confident assurance that everyone in the world loved her, Belle held out her arms.

“Who’s the best baby in the world?” Nanny crooned. “My little Bluebell, that’s who …”

The sound died away as Miles closed the door to the nursery.

When he slipped through the door to their bedchamber, latching it for good measure, Daisy was leaning back against the headboard, wearing a chemise.

Nothing but a chemise.

Miles stiffened, every muscle in his body clenching. The garment was translucent and embroidered with just enough scattered blossoms to draw a man’s focus to the pale pink nipples visible between a sprinkle of rosebuds.

He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

“You did promise to show me your loveable parts,” his wife said, looking appreciatively at his chest.

Miles tried to force some words from his throat, but all he could manage was a hoarse “Right.”

He stripped off his boots, breeches, smalls … all the garments by which men hid themselves from the world, until he stood naked at the side of the bed: unfashionably burly, unbecomingly hairy, with an extremely large cock bobbing inelegantly against his belly.

Daisy looked him over slowly, a light in her eyes telling him that every part of him was lovable.

“I’m arrogant,” he told her, making sure she knew what she was taking on. “Angry and disillusioned, because of the criminal behavior I witnessed and couldn’t punish. I am ashamed of my rakish past. But I love you, Daisy. I love all of you, every part of you, mind, body, and spirit.”

She came up on her knees, which meant that her chemise pulled against her generous breasts, the swell of her hips, the straw-colored curls between her legs, and held out her arms. Miles went to his wife, because he would always go to her.

She was his, and he was hers.

In the end, he ripped the chemise from her body so that he could lick her nipples and make love to every lovable part of her. It wasn’t until she was shivering, whimpering, and pleading that he braced himself over her. “Ready?”

“God, yes,” Daisy said. With feeling.

“There’s no going back. You’ll be mine, Belle will be mine, your horde of half-siblings will be mine, too. You’ll become my family. Ask my sisters: I never give up on my family.”

Her hand caressed his cheek. “I know. You will shout when you’re tired, and walk the floor if one of us is teething, and love us unto death. Did I cover everything?”

Miles nodded.

“You’ll be mine, as well,” she reminded him.

“I can’t imagine a better fate.” He glanced down. “My cock is thicker than my fingers.”

Daisy’s lips curled up. “I’m looking forward to that.” Her eyes promised a life he had never imagined: one of decency and love and desire.