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‘It’s the title,’ I murmur. ‘It went straight to his head and stayed there.’ Will still works in the private sector half the week and is in demand now more than ever. Monied types from all over the globe want their babies delivered by a lord, it seems. But as he now has other responsibilities, his medical load is lighter.
‘Why are we whispering?’
‘Because we’re a little daft?’ Mary suggests in her Dublin accent, her volume still turned low. ‘Come on. Let’s get you into his room.’
‘I feel like I’m creeping into the principal’s office.’
I’m still a teacher, only now I work in a private school here in London. An American based curriculum for children of wealthy ex-pats. What? You’re surprised I gave into Will?
‘Best be careful you don’t get spanked, then,’ she murmurs, shooting me a sly gaze.
So I live in London now, more specifically with Will in his penthouse apartment, which was a better decision than his whole “I’m moving to America” plan. Let me tell you, three days of living with him in my tiny apartment were enough to make me promise myself as bride to Mo. Who is totally into beards and not babes, by the way.
‘Right. I’ll leave you now,’ Mary says, dipping the blinds closed in Will’s office. ‘Once he comes back, I’m away out the back door. You won’t be disturbed for at least an hour.’
Nope, it totally doesn’t feel awkward as she sends me a bawdy wink before pulling the door closed.
My fingers tremble as I slip my cardigan from my shoulders and begin loosening the buttons of my shirt.
In the months that have passed since I’d handed in my resignation and travelled back to London to start a new chapter here, so many things have changed. I now wear Will’s mother’s antique emerald ring on the fourth finger of my left hand, the only thing he’d brought with him the day he followed me onto the plane.Yep, we’re totally engaged. No ifs not buts no questions. I think he would have proposed on the plane, if not for my heavily medicated self.
And though we aren’t married, mainly because of my stubborn streak and his annoyingly tenacious one, I sense that’s about to change. I’m about to give in, though it’ll be no great hardship. Actually, it’ll be a bit of a relief.
Will likes to tell people I’m like a rock in a riverbed and that he’s the river flowing around me. He’s right, partially. He is both the cool presence that feeds me, and the friction that wears me down. Okay, so that wasn’t a great analogy. Water wears over time, but it doesn’t cause friction, unless you’re having sex in the water. But then I suppose that’s drag.
But I digress... as I undress.
Will. What’s changed for him. Well, apart frommy lord and master—and nope, I refuse to call him that in bed—gaining a fabulous fiancée, he’s also making great strides with his family affairs. Thanks to a deal with the trustees of some historic trust, he’s been able to pass on Travers Hall to be owned by the nation, sort of, as a piece of historic treasure.Even if it is falling down around our ears.
This has eliminated some of his tax concerns, while still allowing him to retain a large apartment there for himself and his family. And as for the castle in the highlands, Keir has worked his business magic on the place. We’re expecting it to be used for team building weekends and the like quite soon. Captains of industry will take their teams for quad biking, shooting, roaring fires and good food and whiskey, all while paying a handsome sum.
It might sometime in the future also lend itself to weddings. Following ours, I hope.
The air in the room is cool, but I don’t think it’s quite that which causes my nipples to stiffen. I consider leaving on my lacy panties, slipping them down my legs in a fit of daring at the last minute. I do, however, leave on my heels.
I hop up onto the examination table, the paper sticking to my ass as I try not to rip it before I work out which is the sexiest pose.
Arms above my head, boobs thrust out? I guess it beats propping my feet on the stirrups which, thankfully, aren’t attached.
That works, I decide, hiding the sliver of plastic in my hands as I arrange my legs in themake-my-thighs-look-slim-in-a-bikiniposewhich I’m sure I read in a magazine is calledthe half flamingo.
I lick my lips and fluff my hair as the door to his office opens. Something papery lands on his desk with a littlethump, his suit jacket coming into view as he throws it on to the chair across the room. Then his happy whistling stops abruptly.
‘Hello, what do we have here?’ he purrs, all low toned and sexual.
The door lock engages. His shoes sounding against the tiled floor.
My nipples are so hard as he steps into view, twirling my lacy panties around his long index finger. I feel his gaze like the caress of fingertips, sending all the blood in my body to thump and pulse between my legs as he brings the silver coloured lace to his face and inhales. I just about explode—implode? Melt all over the examination bed.
‘Have you been shopping, Lady Sadie?’
He looks so proper, yet so devilish. Charcoal suit pants and a vest, a French cuffed shirt and a natty blue tie that draws the colour from his eyes. And my new panties dangling from his fingertip...
In answer, I raise one shoulder slightly; it’s not an easy feat while trying to maintain an air of coquette.
‘To what do I owe the pleasure.’
‘How’d you know you’re getting any? Pleasure that is.’
