Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Oh, my love.
Guy.
My love.
She wished she had the courage to tell him of her feelings. Wished she had the courage to...ask what was happening?
Jilly's eyes flew open the moment she felt her husband turn her around in the water, his hand guiding hers until they were braced against the smooth edge of the jacuzzi.
"G-Guy?"
She could feel him positioning himself behind her, and surely...
Surely...
She tried to look at him over her shoulder, but her husband only chuckled as he made her look straight ahead.
"Relax, sweetheart."
Oh, she wanted to, she truly did, but how could she when he had set her body on fire by whispering the words straight into her ear?
"G-Guy, I n-need a minute."
Her heart pounded as his hands spanned her waist.
"I c-can't—"
"Ah, but I think you absolutely can."
Guy was already bending her over the edge as he spoke, the position making Jilly feel completely exposed and terrified and oh so shamelessly excited.
"One more time, sweetheart."
Jilly could only cry out as he slammed into her from behind.
"P-Please..."
Jilly wasn't sure at this point if she was begging her husband to stop or to never stop, with the way her body was welcoming his every thrust despite her exhaustion, and oh, the way he was taking her now...
This new angle had Jilly gasping with how fuller he made her feel, and there was nothing gentle at all about the way he was taking her, his every thrust so fiercely possessive it bordered on savage, and no, oh no...
Jilly could feel her senses spiraling as she came for the third time, came harder than ever, and she just...oh, she was losing it, she was just losing it completely...
Guy could only growl out his wife's name as he reached his own release, the sight of her losing her mind over his touch making his body shudder as he filled her to the brink.
She was the first woman he ever had unprotected sex with, and already he had come inside of her twice in their first night alone.
Why, dammit?
Why was she so different from everyone else?
He waited until her weight grew heavy against his before slowly pulling out, but this still had her making a small sound of sleepy protest, and a slight smile touched his lips.
By the time he had her settled between the sheets, her eyes had drifted closed, and Guy found himself watching his wife sleep as he found himself battling the kind of terror that had him struggling to breathe.
Jillian owned him...in a way that no woman had ever owned him before.
She mattered to him in a way no one else had.
And it was why...
Guy didn't think he had it in him to ask Jillian if it was the same for her.
Did he also own her completely?
Or was her body all she had to offer...because her heart belonged to someone else?
Chapter Eleven
Jilly: Will you please call me?
Jilly: I'm getting worried.
Jilly: Seriously.
JILLY WAS STARTING to think that maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this whole “being married to Guy de la Rocq” thing.
Well, okay, if she had to be honest—
She totally could get used to this, easy.
After all, she had been dreaming of this ever since watching nineteen-year-old Guy play Heathcliff.
But that would be a secret she would never tell him.
Just like she would also never tell him she had secretly perfected her signature as Jillian de la Rocq one rainy day, and well, who knew that would actually come in handy?
Her gaze flicked back to her husband, who was also the Duke of Rockforge for as long as they were still in Foxtown. They were just three days into their honeymoon, but she already knew she would want to come back here again and again and again.
I mean...
Where else could she enjoy the sight of Guy de la Rocq navigating a Regency-themed kitchen while wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants that did nothing at all to hide his, um, very impressive manliness?
Her phone buzzed at that moment, and Jilly tapped her screen. While Foxtown was Internet-free, text messages and phone calls were allowed, and right now...
Star: Made any babies yet?
Fire burst in her cheeks. Like, seriously. That was just so like Star to suddenly ask, and—oh, another text?
Good afternoon, Ms. Kitt. This is, um, Mr. Pliny Carter. I was able to procure your number from the Foxtown guest services. I believe we met at the welcome dinner yesterday?
Jilly blinked in surprise. Wasn't Pliny the man seated across her during dinner?
Pliny: I hope you don’t mind, but I was wondering if you might be interested in joining me for a walk around the lake this morning? My wife passed away two years ago, and I find myself missing conversation with someone who actually remembers the Carter administration.
Jilly's heart melted. Oh, poor man. It was naturally inappropriate for her to say yes, but it was also quite understandable he wouldn't know this. Since her wedding ceremony had also been kept under wraps, none of the guests knew she and Guy were married. Actually, none of them even knew Guy was Guy, with her husband always opting to cover his features with the standard black face mask that Foxtown provided all of its guests.