Page 120 of Olivia and the Masked Duke
She gave him a demure look. “By properly, I take it you mean in animproperfashion?”
“Insatiable minx.” His slow smile quickened her pulse. “When have I ever failed to debauch you thoroughly?”
The answer to that wasnever. Just last night, he’d made her ride his cock and spend so many times that she’d collapsed atop his hard chest, boneless with bliss. He’d finished his own ride by ramming into her from beneath, his hands squeezing her bottom, his hoarse words of devotion warming her inside and out.
She was living her dreams. And there were still more to come.
“Before we go inside,” she said, “I wanted to give you your new year’s present.”
He traced her mouth with a gloved finger, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I believe you did that last night, love.”
“I dothatall the time—”
“Praise God.”
“But this is something I’ve never done before.” Feeling unaccountably nervous, she said in a rush, “I am increasing.”
He stared at her. “You…weare having a babe?”
“Late next summer. Are you pleased?” she blurted.
“Christ, Livy.” He cradled her face in his palms. He was shaking, and the sheen in his eyes brought joyful heat to her own. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted and still you find a way to give me more.”
Her smile was a bit watery. “I believe in keeping my promises. And I made one to you here years ago, remember?”
“You pledged me your allegiance.” His eyes filled with wonder. “I didn’t realize that you would give me your love as well.”
“You may have noticed that I am not one for half-measures.”
He laughed, and she did too when he picked her up and whirled her in an exuberant circle.
Setting her gently on her feet, he said fervently, “Don’t ever stop being you, Livy. My little queen, who rules me heart, body, and soul.”
They kissed, celebrating the resilient bond of their past, the enduring love of their present, and the shining promise of all the days ahead.
