Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Oscar threw another log on the fire and held his hands out to the blaze. It was a perfect night for seduction. He’d been thinking of getting Agatha alone and away from the children all day. He was so desperate for her, he ached.

“It’s hardly fair, you know.”

Oscar smiled as he got to his feet and admired his wife’s sleek bare back. “Nonsense, it’s just the right size for us. Trust me.”

His gaze drifted lower. Agatha sat at her new pianoforte, naked and playing a soft tune just for him. But at this rate, he’d never be able to keep his hands off her for long. Her body was a delight, and he could never get enough.

“But it’s far too big for us to use all of it.”

Oscar moved so he could see her breasts. Although covered by her unbound hair, the peaked buds of her nipples peeked through the strands. His mouth watered. “Agatha, you’ve got to believe me. This is perfect. You just have to be prepared to make the adjustment.”

Agatha continued to play. Although she shivered, he wouldn’t call a halt to their games yet. She’d never played in the nude before, and the sight delighted him. She squirmed on her bench and pressed her knees together. Perhaps they should try this another day during the summer.

Oscar set his hands on her shoulders. Her skin was cool. “Come to bed, precious. ”

Agatha flattened her hands over the keys so that her prized possession made a discordant sound. “We have to talk about this. How can we take over Lord Lynton’s home? It’s unfair of you.”

Oscar knelt beside the pianoforte stool and brought both of her hands to his lips. Agatha quickly turned to face him. “For the last time, it was his idea to keep the children together rather than dividing them between two houses. They are all happy as larks upstairs in the nursery after a day rambling around the estate. My father and mother are content at the dower house.”

Agatha stood. “They should be here. It pains me that Lord Lynton should leave his home before he got used to living in it again.”

Oscar dropped his lips to her knee. Agatha’s huff turned to a moan as he kissed up her thigh until his lips were level with her belly. “Have you really seen Lynton and my mother together, not dressed for guests but when they think they are truly alone? The children love spending time with them, but they are better off not walking in on them engaged in an intimate embrace. Honestly, you’d think at their age their appetites would have waned.”

Agatha’s fingers curled into Oscar’s hair as he pressed light kisses to her mound. “They do love each other very much.”

“As much as I love you, which is why I agreed to give them as much privacy as they need. Just think of all the nights they missed when they could have been together.”

Agatha’s palm settled on his head and pushed him down. She was right, much too much talking about everybody else was unnecessary. He had a wife to seduce and he was impatient to get started. He drew a deep breath of her scent into his lungs, and burrowed his tongue between her lower lips. Yet he couldn’t reach what he wanted in this position.

Oscar stood, picked Agatha up and stalked with her toward the bed. “Enough about everyone else.”

Agatha did try to resist him. When Oscar spread her legs and dipped down for a taste, she did attempt to push him away. “I cannot help worrying over Lady Prewitt in that terrible place. She was wrong about me but not about her husband and sister. No one deserves to be sent to Bedlam. How sad that her husband and sister locked her away after what they did to her. It’s tragic.”

So much for seducing her immediately. She was determined to fret about everyone they knew tonight. He threw himself on the bed beside her and caught up her hand. “What do you want? You couldn’t possibly want to visit with her? She could have killed you.”

Agatha straddled him. “Perhaps I do. Isn’t it worth expending the effort for the sake of her soul?”

She wriggled her hips seductively. Caught under her spell, he nodded absently, but his mind was fixed on sliding his cock into her body. He wrapped his hands about her hips, and then lifted her until her body opened to him.

As he joined with her, he sat up and brushed his lips against hers. “We will talk it over tomorrow, or whenever I let you out of bed.”

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she began to move on him. “I love you, Oscar.”

He moaned as her nails raked his skull, and kissed her fiercely. When he drew back, her eyes were closed, her face lifted high. “I love you and our little family.”

She stilled. “Mabel needs new shoes.”

Oscar cursed his tongue for bringing up the children at such a moment and threw Agatha over onto her back. He parted her legs wide and wriggled down the bed. As he swept his tongue over her cleft, she moaned and shuddered. He met her gaze along the smooth expanse of her chest, saw the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, and smiled at how easily she could become aroused. They were exactly the same. A perfect, scandalous match.

Oscar bent his head again until Agatha forgot everything but him. In fact, she quite forgot anything civilized at all. Which had been Oscar’s plan for the night all along.

The End