Ariana already knew that her husband was a man of many talents. Now she added supremely deft fingers to that list of gifts.
She had no idea he’d opened the bodice of her dress all the way to her waist until he was pushing the sleeves down her arms.
She slapped him lightly on the hand. “This is for dallying with all the other women when you should have been chastely waiting for me.”
He kissed her again. “What penance will you order for me? Will you make me fall to my knees and worship you between your beautiful thighs?”
The place between her thighs quivered rather forcefully at his suggestion. She couldn’t say a word in return.
“Yes, I believe I shall do just that,” he murmured.
“You’d better do it very, very well.” She somehow found her voice. “Or I’d consider it not done at all.”
