Just Wicked Enough
By Lorraine Heath
Michael had recently decided there were three times in his life when he needed to take extra care in preparing himself: when he was to be auctioned, when he was to be wed, and when he was to bed his wife for the first time.
He rapped his knuckles once on the door separating their bedchambers, before opening it. The gaslights were lit. Near the window, she was lounging on a chaise longue, a book in her lap, a box of chocolates beside her. She was dressed for the night in a white gossamer nightgown, a shawl draped over her legs. She barely lifted her gaze from the book as he strode farther into the room.
“I’ve come to say goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” She plucked …More... »