Page 41 of Winter's Waltz
Her lips parted. “Cocky cove, aren’t you?”
There was so much he could say. Max just grinned at her. “Decide if I have reason to be later.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
Unless he was mistaken, Genevieve Winter was pouting.Splendid.He wanted her desperate. He wanted her aching for him.
“I believe I knocked over your inkwell earlier,” he pointed out in an attempt at distracting her. “We would have to make love in a puddle of ink.”
Indeed, it was probably already staining his own arse. His trousers did feel a bit…damp.
“Surely men and women have made love in worse conditions,” she countered. “Molly said she once frigged a sailor against a brick building. Said it bit her arse to pieces, but it was worth every moment.”
This woman.
“Who the devil is Molly?” Dare he ask?
“One of the bawds at The Devil’s Spawn. A right fountain of information for the curious.” Gen grinned, unrepentant.
The curious.
He growled. “From this moment on, I shall answer your curiosity. Understood? No bawds giving up their secrets, no other men. I want you to myself.”
“For tonight.” Her brows rose. “What if I ain’t impressed, Sundenbury? I’ll not promise you a fortnight until I have something to judge you on.”
“I will make certain you are impressed, empress,” he vowed. “I will make certain you are very, very, very impressed.”
One of his few talents was in his tongue. It was long and dexterous.
“Do not make promises unless you intend to keep them,” she drawled.
He slid his hands back to her delicious rump, filling his palms. “I have never intended to keep another promise more, my dear.”
A sudden knock on her office door had the effect of a storm cloud breaking open overhead and deluging them. She leapt from his lap and attempted to straighten her shirt, tucking it back into her trousers before buttoning her waistcoat. He rose as well, brushing the wrinkles from his trousers.
“Who’s there?” she called.
“Peter. I’m afraid we’ve a problem, Gen. Our Madeira has been stolen.”
More attempts at sabotage? Max’s stomach drew into a knot. He had been hoping they would discover who had lit the fire before any more damage was done to either Gen or Lady Fortune.
“Goddamn it,” she bit out.
Max winced. “We truly do need to commence a lesson on language.”
“Fuck your lessons.” She was grim. “I’ve got bigger problems.”
He could not argue the point.
