Page 85 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

“Do you want me to make you come?” he asked.

She nodded, panting from the growing need within her. He slowly pushed her to the peak.

“Do you want me to make you come again tonight?” He dipped his head and licked her pearl a single time before lifting his head again.

She nodded again.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.”

She gulped. He smirked at her, waiting for her to speak.

“I want you to…” she moaned when he licked her again and increased the speed of his fingers. Her words trailing off.

He stopped and gazed up at her. “I can’t hear you.”

She closed her eyes when he placed his tongue against her nub again. “I want you to suck and lick my nipples.” She knew her face must be a deep red from speaking such wicked things out loud.

“I’m going to take you into my mouth,” she moaned. He groaned in response, and she knew he liked what she said. The embarrassment and nervousness dissipated, and she grabbed his head again, moving him with the rocking of her hips.

“Then you are going to enter me from behind and use your cock to make me come.” Her words came out between moans from his wicked attention. As soon as she finished speaking, she arched her back and rode the waves of pleasure that washed over her when her orgasm overtook her. She bucked underneath him, and he removed his fingers once she stilled.

He righted her dress and helped her to sit up so he could take his seat next to her. “I just saw my future, and it looks bright, indeed,” he said, smirking at her.

She glanced out the window, and they were only about five minutes from Marina’s. Facing him again, she placed a sweet kiss on his jaw. “Your future tomorrow looks bright, too, my love.”

“Oh, how so?” He arched his eyebrow and took her hand in his.

“We’re going to play this game again on the ride home, but with my head between your legs next time.”

He winked at her. “Promise?”

“Indeed. And you better not stop talking.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I am the luckiest man in all of England. The world, as a matter of fact.”

“That you are,” she said, before laying her head on his shoulder.

*

Almost a week later, Juliana waited in her chamber with Marina. Well, it was the marchioness’ chamber that she would never sleep in, but it served as her dressing room.

“You are beautiful, dearest,” Marina said. “I am so glad that everything worked out for you both.”

She clasped her friend’s hands. “Well, we have you and Evan to thank, or we might not have ended up here.”

Marina wiped a tear from her eye. “I think you would have. It just might have taken you longer. It’s clear you two were meant to be together.”

Juliana fought her own tears but laughed. “When did you become such a romantic?”

“I blame my husband,” Marina said. “He’s wearing me down.”

They both laughed, and Juliana pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Thank you for standing up with me. It only seemed right for you and Evan to be our witnesses.”

Marina may downplay their role in bringing them together, but Juliana knew that if she hadn’t intervened, she may never have been willing to face Jude again. It would be nice to have them living nearby, especially since Jude and Evan were also so close.

There was a knock on the door, and Juliana’s father, Lord Morley, entered the room. “Are you ready?” he asked.