Lady Be Reckless (Duke's Daughters #2)(76)

He deepened the kiss, and he felt her smile against his mouth, her body shifting so she was lying on top of him.

“I’ll answer that if you answer this. When can we get married?” he asked as his hands caressed her skin, feeling the heat of her.

“As soon as you let me out of your bed,” she replied, sliding her hand from his hair down his body to find his erect cock.

He closed his eyes as she slid her hands up and down the shaft, raking her nails lightly on him.

“We’re going to have to wait a bit longer then,” he said, grasping her thighs and positioning her so she was able to slide onto him.

“Oh,” she said in a delighted voice. “I had no idea this was possible.”

“Everything is possible, my love. Now that we’ve found one another.”

“I love you,” she said as she placed her palms flat on his chest and began to move.

“I love you too.”





Epilogue




“How are you feeling, wife?”

Edward bent down to kiss the back her neck, and she shivered.

They had returned to the London town house after getting married in the village—the same village where Olivia had felt so humbled—and Mr. Beechcroft had joined them, although he was always alert to making excuses so he could leave them alone.

“I am fine, husband.” Olivia patted her stomach, which was just beginning to get round. The child would be born in another six months or so, and Edward was already fussing over her all the time, even though she told him she felt fine, if prone to taking more naps.

Her sister Eleanor had had a child a few months ago, and Olivia was looking forward to their children growing up with one another.

Everything was settled, and wonderful, and she was finding she got remarkable results when she asked people what they wanted, not just telling them what they should want.

In the evenings she and Edward spent as much time as possible in bed—much to Scamp’s delight—while arguing about names for the child.

“I love you,” she said suddenly. She never got tired of telling him, and she never got tired of hearing it back from him.

“I love you too,” he said, drawing her up into his arms and kissing her until her knees wobbled and she forgot about everything but him.





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Chapter 1




“Not there, my lady,” the bookseller said, unhelpfully. Because obviously what Eleanor was looking for wasn’t there since she didn’t have it in her immaculately gloved hand.

She turned to regard him, raising her nose and her eyebrow simultaneously. It was a talent she’d learned from her father, the Duke of Marymount, who had taught her little else. Not that she needed to know much from a gentleman such as her father. All that was required of the duke’s eldest daughter was to behave properly, marry well, and then give birth to more little children whose only talents might also be in the raising of facial attributes. They take after their mother, her husband might say, fondly.

At the moment, her imagined husband looked like Lord Carson, eldest son and heir to the Marquis of Wheatley. At least according to her parents.

It wasn’t a future Lady Eleanor Howlett was necessarily looking forward to, but then again, it was what was expected of her. What was, since the unfortunate elopement of her younger sister Della (with the dancing instructor hired to teach the Howlett girls), required of her so her remaining three sisters could escape the scandalous stigma Della had brought on the family.

She just wished she had more time before having to go ahead with repairing the family’s reputation on the basis of two words—I will—spoken to a gentleman she hadn’t chosen for herself. Just time to do some things that were not entirely expected. She’d even begun making a list—though the things she wished to do were hardly shocking, it was unlikely she would be able to do any of them. A sad statement on her life, if she were being honest with herself.

But none of these thoughts had anything to do with the book she did want. As opposed to the husband she did not.

“Where is it, then?” she asked. Her maid, Cotswold, glanced in her direction, clearly keen to raise a ruckus should the bookseller not oblige her mistress. Cotswold didn’t share her interest in ancient mythology, but Cotswold was always determined that her lady get whatever it was she wanted.

Unfortunately her maid did not have a say in what husband she got. Or the things she would never get to do.

The man pointed past her shoulder. “Over in that second room. It’s where I keep the rarer books, you see.”

“No, I do not see,” Eleanor murmured, making her way through the narrow aisles toward where the man had pointed. She did not see because her mother would not allow her to wear her spectacles in public, and this bookshop—even though it was not a place anyone of her acquaintance would patronize—was a public place.

“My lady?” Cotswold said in a clearly questioning tone.

“Just stay there. I will be out in a moment,” Eleanor replied in a terse tone. A young lady was never allowed to be alone except when sleeping, and Eleanor seldom got to truly relish those times. Being asleep and all. It was on her list, in fact.