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Anthony held his pistol steady, squinting as he took aim –
“My Lord.”
A sweet voice caressed his ear. He groaned, “Get away from me you siren.”
His infuriating wife chuckled. “I merely request your presence elsewhere. Now the children are suitably distracted.”
That caught his attention.
“Where are the children?”
Kate nibbled his ear, “They’re off exploring…”
“Exploring? By - themselves? You know I – I don’t like – that…” Anthony breathed, trying to sound stern and failing miserably. His wife was doing some dangerous things with her hands.
“Edmund is thirteen.” She bit his ear lobe, “He’ll look after them.”
“He’s still… ah… “ Anthony squirmed under touch, “I’m.. trying to shoot.”
He could feel her smirk on the back of his neck.
“You have wonderful aim, you know that…”
Anthony straightened up, moving his head in a circular motion to steady himself. “Kate,” He said, his voice trying to be firm, though it trembled. “Let me shoot. Move away.”
Her voice came hot and fast in his ear, “Make me.”
Dear God, this woman.
“Kate.”
“Anthony.”
“I mean it.” He tried to twist around, but her hands were wandering south. One hand was… her other hand was drifting along his arm, toward his pistol.
Anthony moaned, “Move… away…”
Kate licked his neck, “Make. Me.”
“Gaaahh…” Anthony cleared his throat, “I’ll – I’ll tie you to the -”
“Bed? Tree? You know I don’t mind all that.” She said casually, her hand now caressing his.
He dropped his head back, closing his eyes. Somehow, he felt his arm being lowered. “I suppose I should - take credit in releasing - the monster of seduction within you.” He sighed, feeling like a king.
She chuckled, “Yes. Perhaps I should offer my services to the crown as a seductress.”
“Don’t you dare.” Anthony growled, reaching behind him to grab her. “You’re mine.”
“And this… is… mine!” Kate grabbed the pistol from his hand.
Anthony’s eyes flew open.
His infuriating wife danced near the forest, waving his pistol at him. “Ah… that was too easy! Kate Bridgerton. Seductress to the crown. Can seduce a gun off even the most powerful of men.” She cackled and lifted her arm up, ready to take aim.
“Kate!” Anthony thundered, “That’s mine -!”
“Seeing as you never let me near your gun cabinet -”
“For good reason!”
“I decided to take matters within my own hands…” Kate grinned, licking her lips.
That. Minx.
“And what cunning hands they are.” Anthony replied, in a deep voice.
“Shhh.” Kate beamed at him over her shoulder, “I require silence Lord Bridgerton, I’m trying to shoot”
Anthony darted in front of her, his large frame towering over her.
“Move!”
He smirked. “Make me.”
Kate waved the pistol at him. And dear God she never looked more mesmerising. “I’ll shoot through you.”
He took a daring step forward, his eyes burning with intensity. “I know.” He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
The pistol dropped to the floor.