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Floppy’s enthusiastic “woof” sounded more like excitement than skepticism.

“But I did not eat everything,” Sophia said.

Jonathan shrugged. “You did not ask me what I won if you couldn’t eat it all?”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “What do you win?”

“I get to buy my sister-in-law a kitten.”

Sophia’s grin widened, and her eyes twinkled. “Then we better go while they still have good kittens left.”

As his party gathered their belongings, their server handed Genevieve a package wrapped in brown paper and string.

“What is that?” Jonathan asked.

“I hope you do not mind. I ordered a few pastries for Whale,” Genevieve said.

“Wonderful idea,” he declared.

“Do the Planks have goats in their menagerie?” Sophia asked.

Christopher bopped his little sister’s nose. “Mouse, you can’t have a goat in Mayfair.”

She sighed. “I know. I was just curious.”

Chuckling, and arm-in-arm with his wife, Jonathan strolled onto the breezy London street, surrounded by his family.

Chapter Thirty

Once Geneveive tuckedHoratio, Daisy, and Sophia under the blankets, and kissed each of them on the nose, she dreamily strolled to her chamber. She took a moment to peer at her reflection in her looking glass. Her flushed cheeks and bright eyes must be because she anticipated her night to come. She always looked forward to crawling into Jonathan’s bed, but tonight was extra special. She wanted to try something new. Something daring. Something naughty.

She didn’t bother knocking since neither of them cared if he was decent. Truth be told, whenever they were alone, she preferred him naked.

Bared to the waist, he sat on the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him, a book and his letter shield on his lap. Smiling, he placed the materials on the nightstand. “Good evening, wife.”

“Good evening, husband.” She slipped out of the silk dressing gown he’d gifted her, dropping it on the ground behind her.

Jonathan’s jaw went slack. She suspected that the light from the fire shone through her thin nightdress, allowing him to see the silhouette of her body. At least, she hoped so since he would most certainly enjoy an erotic little peek.

“Thank you for purchasing Daisy for Sophia,” Genevieve said. “She adores her.”

“Hopefully Floppy isn’t feeling neglected,” he said, his voice much too raspy for a conversation about cats and dogs.

So far, this was going swimmingly. She strolled toward the bed, doing her best to swing her hips seductively. “Not at all. Horatio is curled up in bed with the two of them.” She halted a few feet in front of him. Taking her time, she withdrew the pins from her coiffure, talking all the while. “Thank you for the lovely afternoon. You make everything exceedingly fun.” She shook out her hair, hoping the unbound strands enticed him further.

“I am quite fun, if I do say so myself.” There was that devilish twinkle she adored.

“To my knowledge, the only fun lord in parliament.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “And definitely the comeliest.”

“And how many lords do you know personally, dear wife?”

“Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three,” she teased. “But only one makes me wet with desire.”

“Fuck.” He moaned.

Being flirtatious was actually quite fun. She finished her stroll to stand beside the bed. “Off.” Emboldened, she twirled her finger.

“Aye, aye. Your wish is my command.” He lifted his hips and quickly slid out of his small clothes. His cock bobbed as if saying hello.