wait so long to become his wife, his lover, his countess?
She rushed back into his arms, laughing as she kissed his mouth. Forgetting about her brother as if the man did not stand there watching them, she kissed Wentworth with breathtaking sweetness.
Three weeks later…
“I cannot believe Christmas is next week,” Juliana said, fitting a pine cone into the large Christmas tree decorating the large drawing room.
“I still cannot believe you are my wife.”
She sent him a scandalized look. “That is what you cannot believe? Even though we celebrate that happy event so wickedly repeatedly every night and then sneak away often during the days.”
A choking sound came from the doorway, and they both looked around to see his mother standing there, her cheeks red.
“Oh!” Juliana said, and then it was her turn to blush.
Wentworth chuckled unashamedly and winked at his countess. She in turn tried to pinch his arm discreetly but his mother saw, for an amused gleam entered her gaze.
“I purchased a few gifts for the servants and wondered where to leave them,” the dowager countess stated, trying to correctly pretend not hearing Juliana’s words.
Juliana’s eyes lit up. “I went into the village and bought them all gifts as well.”
Juliana and his mother left the room, their head bent close. As he stared after them, a powerful feeling of happiness swelled through Wentworth’s heart. He was damn glad his wife had such a lush backside. If he hadn’t been so distracted perhaps he would have been so ensconced in his scholarly pursuits he would have missed her.
Immediately he dismissed the notion.
If not her lush derriere, her eyes, or her smile, something would have arrested his attention upon her, and that experiment would have still happened.
He concluded the experiment had been a total success with perfect results. So great he may even write a paper about it, tentatively titled, The Making of a Rogue. It was an experiment that he was happy to spend the rest of his life continuing and enjoying.
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Her Wicked Marquess
Sinful Wallflower Book 2
Excerpt
Chapter 5
An hour after escaping the ball, Maryann was unable to fall into sleep. It felt a bit cowardly running from immediately facing the events she had set into motion. Will it work? was the question that had rattled in her thoughts during the carriage ride to home. Lord Stamford had seemed so…almost frightening in his intensity. What would he do upon hearing the rumors? Surely, he would be so incensed that he would cancel whatever negotiations had been started with her family.
If the earl and her parents proved stubborn, then Maryann supposed she would have to act in a far wickeder manner. Perhaps even kiss the damn marquess with witnesses about. Her belly went hot with need. Maryann scowled. She wanted the marquess, and nothing seemed strong enough—certainly not his reputation, to make her stop wanting that dratted rake.
And how would she even achieve getting him to kiss her?
We must be daring and take what we need instead of waiting, wasting away on the shelves our families and society have placed us on.
How brave she had been when she had said those words to her friends. She felt none of that courage now, her stomach knotted with nerves at her daring. It was a bit terrifying to imagine herself subject to wagging tongues and drawing room discussions. Publicly, she had always held back her true nature, careful with every thought and deed since she had been reprimanded for being too opinionated. And now to plunge herself under the cruel optics of the