Epilogue
“Christmastide in London again. Your mother will be disappointed that we’re not at Fincham Hall.”
“She’ll get over it,” Alex drawled, pulling his wife onto his lap. “The children would be so very bored making the journey. Surely it’s better to stay here where they’re happy and settled?”
“That’s an excuse and you know it,” Olivia grinned.
Her heart stuttered as Alex’s lips found the pulse on her neck, and he grinned against her skin feeling for himself the effect he had. Not that it should surprise him. Five years of marriage had done nothing to dull his effect on every part of her.
“We’ll blame Jane, then,” he said, his hands moving torturously over her body. “Say that she wanted us to be in London for her first yuletide season as a mother. After all, she married my solicitor. Christmas is a busy time of year for him.”
Olivia was become very much past the point of coherent thought, and he knew it.
Suddenly he lifted her so he could reposition her, her skirts hitched up, her thighs either side of his own.
“I will never forget that night on Scandal Lane,” he whispered gruffly. “In my carriage, you sitting on me like this, looking at me with those incredible eyes. I was in agony for wanting you so much.”
Olivia smiled a wicked little smile as she lifted herself from him and moved her hands to his breeches.
“And I’ll never forget how exquisite you made me feel, though if I remember correctly, you weren’t exactly relieved from your agony.”
“Just being with you was pleasure enough, my love.”
Olivia leaned down to capture his lips, freeing him from the confines of his breeches, revelling in his groan of pure desire.
“I know we’re not on Scandal Lane,” she whispered against his lips, gasping as his skilled fingers found their way to her core. “But I think it only fair that you get your turn.”
“Maybe tomorrow we can take a trip to the Lane when the children are in bed. For old time’s sake,” he winked. “For now, let’s get some practice in.”
In one deft surge, Alex lifted her so he could bury himself inside her.
“Look at that,” Olivia quipped though she knew her laboured breaths ruined the acidity. “You’ve finally come up with a good idea.”
Alex merely laughed and then set about rendering his sharp-tongued wife utterly incoherent.
The End.