The Belle Epoque had been the Stuart family's town residence in Tirisano's capital of Itana for several centuries, and over those centuries it had accrued a certain notoriety along with its many stories of derring-do. But over the past few decades, the best stories that came from the Belle Epoque were about the lavish parties that were held there - invitation only, and even more exclusive now that the Stuart line had married into the royal line. A year after she was married, Keira Stuart had presided over two such parties - Christmas and New Year - and with the approach of the Duke's birthday, was planning a third. Because of this, Duke Oliver had retired to his estate in the country, leaving James and Keira alone in town to enjoy each other as the preparations for his fiftieth birthday were laid down. The beautiful mansion house was never quiet during the day, and there were no end of duties to see to, but somehow, James and Keira were making it work. It was a promising beginning for them.
Today, however, Keira had been out to lunch with the ladies of the city, and came home rolling her eyes. "James?" she called out as she crossed the wide entrance hall. "Love of my life, my darling, my one true reason for being, where are you?"
"In here!" he called from the study, where he was going over some official paperwork of one kind or another. Though he wasn't yet a duke, there was no lack of work to be done as his father groomed him for the position that would one day be his. Still, now that Keira was home, work could wait a little while, once he was finished looking over this one last dossier.
Leaving her jacket with the girl who was, in theory, her ladiesmaid, Keira made her way to James' study, not bothering to knock as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Oh, and what?s got you so crinkled at the brow?" she asked teasingly. "It can't possibly be worse than spending three hours with so-called ladies who wouldn't know poverty if they were dropped in the middle of Sanmarkon in nothing but their drawers."
Besides the usual office paraphernalia and papers cluttering the desk, there was a half-empty cup of tea and what remained of a plate of cookies. "Just going over Father's holdings," he said, distracted for another moment as he finished scribbling something down before closing the folder and setting his pen aside to smile up at her. "Have a nice outing" he asked, with the irritatingly handsome smile of his, despite the sarcasm.
"Oh, it was strawberries and cream, as always," she drawled, matching his sarcasm for her own. Perching on the corner of his desk nearest to him, she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Rhona was there," she admitted, which was all he really needed to know. Her sisters had become a little more civil since being put in their place by the Prince last year, but bad habits were creeping back in. "According to her, there's no need for a fundraiser at all because every child in the orphanage has a family to go to. She seems to think that the police can be used to track these fictional people down and force them to take in children."
"Pardon me for saying so, but your sister has never been the brightest bulb in the box," he said, bluntly and without worry that she might take offense. It was no secret that he wasn't terribly fond of her sisters, nor they of him.
"She's not even bright enough to get into the box." Keira laughed softly, dropping her hand to catch his, teasing her fingers over his palm. "And how is the intrepid earl this afternoon' Ate a healthy and nutritious lunch, I see."
He snorted in response to her comment. "That was not lunch. That was a snack," he said, turning to face her as she caught hold of his hand. "I can think of a much tastier snack," he remarked with a smirk as one hand found it way beneath the hem of her dress and slid its way up against her thigh.
"Oh, can you now?" she laughed as his hand found its way up her skirt. "Are you proposing to ravish your wife on your desk now, my lord?" Not that she seemed to be complaining; they'd always had a passionate relationship, even when they hadn't been talking to each other.
"There's a lock on the door," he remarked, as if that was answer enough. If he locked the door, that meant he didn't want to be disturbed, and the staff didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. His hand lingered on her thigh, fingers teasing her flesh but not wandering any farther.
Keira grinned, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "If I didn't know better," she murmured, rising to lock the door securely, "I'd think you've been paying closer attention to my calendar than I have. That, or you just can't stand being half a city away from me for more than half an hour."
He smiled as she went to lock the door. "You were gone longer than half an hour, love," he pointed out helpfully, while he waited for her to make her way back to him. If she wasn't pregnant by now it wasn't from lack of trying. On the contrary, marriage had done nothing to put a damper on their sex life.
"Well, this is true," she agreed, her smile still bright as she sauntered back to where he sat. "But I don't think I can leave a Guild of Good Ladies' luncheon early with the excuse that my husband will be utterly desolate if I'm not naked within twenty minutes."
"Such a good lady," he teased. "I think I prefer it when you're being bad," he added with a smirk as he drew her onto his lap. With his father at the country estate, they were free to take advantage of each other almost whenever and wherever they wished. Almost. "Am I really your reason for being?" he asked as he left a trail of kisses against her neck.
Still laughing, she eased into his lap, fingertips undoing his shirt as he teased her neck with his lips. "Do you really expect me to answer that when you're ..." She bit her lip, arching closer as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "....when you're doing your best to make me incoherent?"
"I'll take that as answer enough," he replied, both hands finding their way beneath her skirt and up her thighs, while his lips continued to tease her neck, moving ever lower while his hands moved dangerously higher.
She shivered happily in his arms, tipping her head away only to return and catch his lips with her own. If he didn't believe she loved him by now, he never would, but she wasn't afraid of that. It had taken too long for them to admit to those feelings in the first place. "Are you aiming for a boy or a girl?" she teased, murmuring the words against his lips as she squeaked softly with the passage of his hands.
"I'm not aiming for anything at the moment," he said. It would take more than a groping and a few kisses to make a baby. "Does my lady have a preference?" he asked, as he moved from the chair, shoving the papers aside, to deposit her rump on his desk.
There was no need to be gentle with her, as evidenced in the way his wife hooked her arms and legs about him to pull him close the moment she had a secure seat on the desk. "Who says we have to only have one?" she grinned back to him cheekily. A stray glance to the window suddenly had her laughing and blushing all at once. A very embarrassed looking young man was attempting to clean the windows without actually seeing what was going on in the study at all.
Today, however, Keira had been out to lunch with the ladies of the city, and came home rolling her eyes. "James?" she called out as she crossed the wide entrance hall. "Love of my life, my darling, my one true reason for being, where are you?"
"In here!" he called from the study, where he was going over some official paperwork of one kind or another. Though he wasn't yet a duke, there was no lack of work to be done as his father groomed him for the position that would one day be his. Still, now that Keira was home, work could wait a little while, once he was finished looking over this one last dossier.
Leaving her jacket with the girl who was, in theory, her ladiesmaid, Keira made her way to James' study, not bothering to knock as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Oh, and what?s got you so crinkled at the brow?" she asked teasingly. "It can't possibly be worse than spending three hours with so-called ladies who wouldn't know poverty if they were dropped in the middle of Sanmarkon in nothing but their drawers."
Besides the usual office paraphernalia and papers cluttering the desk, there was a half-empty cup of tea and what remained of a plate of cookies. "Just going over Father's holdings," he said, distracted for another moment as he finished scribbling something down before closing the folder and setting his pen aside to smile up at her. "Have a nice outing" he asked, with the irritatingly handsome smile of his, despite the sarcasm.
"Oh, it was strawberries and cream, as always," she drawled, matching his sarcasm for her own. Perching on the corner of his desk nearest to him, she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Rhona was there," she admitted, which was all he really needed to know. Her sisters had become a little more civil since being put in their place by the Prince last year, but bad habits were creeping back in. "According to her, there's no need for a fundraiser at all because every child in the orphanage has a family to go to. She seems to think that the police can be used to track these fictional people down and force them to take in children."
"Pardon me for saying so, but your sister has never been the brightest bulb in the box," he said, bluntly and without worry that she might take offense. It was no secret that he wasn't terribly fond of her sisters, nor they of him.
"She's not even bright enough to get into the box." Keira laughed softly, dropping her hand to catch his, teasing her fingers over his palm. "And how is the intrepid earl this afternoon' Ate a healthy and nutritious lunch, I see."
He snorted in response to her comment. "That was not lunch. That was a snack," he said, turning to face her as she caught hold of his hand. "I can think of a much tastier snack," he remarked with a smirk as one hand found it way beneath the hem of her dress and slid its way up against her thigh.
"Oh, can you now?" she laughed as his hand found its way up her skirt. "Are you proposing to ravish your wife on your desk now, my lord?" Not that she seemed to be complaining; they'd always had a passionate relationship, even when they hadn't been talking to each other.
"There's a lock on the door," he remarked, as if that was answer enough. If he locked the door, that meant he didn't want to be disturbed, and the staff didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. His hand lingered on her thigh, fingers teasing her flesh but not wandering any farther.
Keira grinned, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "If I didn't know better," she murmured, rising to lock the door securely, "I'd think you've been paying closer attention to my calendar than I have. That, or you just can't stand being half a city away from me for more than half an hour."
He smiled as she went to lock the door. "You were gone longer than half an hour, love," he pointed out helpfully, while he waited for her to make her way back to him. If she wasn't pregnant by now it wasn't from lack of trying. On the contrary, marriage had done nothing to put a damper on their sex life.
"Well, this is true," she agreed, her smile still bright as she sauntered back to where he sat. "But I don't think I can leave a Guild of Good Ladies' luncheon early with the excuse that my husband will be utterly desolate if I'm not naked within twenty minutes."
"Such a good lady," he teased. "I think I prefer it when you're being bad," he added with a smirk as he drew her onto his lap. With his father at the country estate, they were free to take advantage of each other almost whenever and wherever they wished. Almost. "Am I really your reason for being?" he asked as he left a trail of kisses against her neck.
Still laughing, she eased into his lap, fingertips undoing his shirt as he teased her neck with his lips. "Do you really expect me to answer that when you're ..." She bit her lip, arching closer as he found a particularly sensitive spot. "....when you're doing your best to make me incoherent?"
"I'll take that as answer enough," he replied, both hands finding their way beneath her skirt and up her thighs, while his lips continued to tease her neck, moving ever lower while his hands moved dangerously higher.
She shivered happily in his arms, tipping her head away only to return and catch his lips with her own. If he didn't believe she loved him by now, he never would, but she wasn't afraid of that. It had taken too long for them to admit to those feelings in the first place. "Are you aiming for a boy or a girl?" she teased, murmuring the words against his lips as she squeaked softly with the passage of his hands.
"I'm not aiming for anything at the moment," he said. It would take more than a groping and a few kisses to make a baby. "Does my lady have a preference?" he asked, as he moved from the chair, shoving the papers aside, to deposit her rump on his desk.
There was no need to be gentle with her, as evidenced in the way his wife hooked her arms and legs about him to pull him close the moment she had a secure seat on the desk. "Who says we have to only have one?" she grinned back to him cheekily. A stray glance to the window suddenly had her laughing and blushing all at once. A very embarrassed looking young man was attempting to clean the windows without actually seeing what was going on in the study at all.