Page 90 of Claim to Fame

Electricity shot down her spine, burning the soles of her feet, dragging her closer and closer to the abyss of another orgasm.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. I wish you could see how beautiful you are like this.” He thrust harder, faster, his eyes hazy with lust, and she lifted her hips to meet each movement. “Atta girl. So gorgeous. And you’re even prettier when you come.” She groaned, shivered, her orgasm right there… “Come for me, Hannah. Come with me. Want to feel this pussy strangle my cock.”

She broke apart with a sharp cry punched from her chest as he buried himself inside her once, twice, three more times, before he came with a roar, his cock pulsing within her. He collapsed forward against her, covering her chest, her throat with kisses.

When at last their breathing had evened out, he pressed his forehead to hers, his softening cock still inside her, holding her as close as two people could be.

“You’re mine,” he said, the words like a prayer.

She smiled, pushing the hair back from his eyes. “I’m yours.”

FromThe Lady’s Knightsby A K Wild, narrated by Slade Hardcastle

The sun had not yet risen and Lady Windtorn had already stolen from Sir Llewellyn’s bed. He heard the rustling of her robes as she hurriedly dressed by the still-glowing embers in the fireplace. The sound ushered in a melancholy that visited him more frequently in recent days, a discontent he feared would break them.

The bedclothes fell to his waist as he sat up in bed. “You leave so soon.”

She did not pause in her hunt for something amongst the pile of their discarded clothing. “The maids will be in to light the fire. I must return to my chambers before they mark my absence.”

“Surely the maids already know the truth of your marriage.” He spat the last word, hating the feel of it in his mouth.

She turned a look of horror his way. “Pray they do not. For if the maids know, then the whole kingdom will know, and none of us are safe.”

He threw back the sheets and climbed from his bed, stalking towards her heedless of his nakedness. She held her ground—yet another thing he loved about her—merely tilting her face up to his when he stood beside her, toe to toe.

“Let them know.”

“Bold words spoken under cover of darkness, Sir. And if my lord were to peel back the curtain on this façade, we would all be damned.”

She spoke the truth and he knew it, but he hated it all the more. Since returning from the woods, since Lord Havenbrook had returned home, their meetings were hurried. There was never enough time when half of it was spent dreading its end.

Lady Windtorn slid her hands over his bare chest, her nails scratching lightly through the hair there, and gentled her tone. “You are a bird, Sir, and I am a fish. Neither can stay in the other’s world for long.”

He captured her hand, holding it tight against his breast that she might feel the pounding of his heart. “I would. For you, my lady, there is nothing I would not do.”

“And yet, you are still a bird, and I am still a fish.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ethan shut off his computer screen and tried to forget the insane comments he’d just read on yet another post claiming to have insider knowledge of his and Hannah’s relationship. None of them knew shit, though each one intensified the headache building behind his eyes. But he couldn’t think about that now, or the troubling ways these strangers on the internet were speculating about his sex life.

On the other side of his desk, Baz and Gavin looked grim.

“Three cancellations?” Ethan dragged his thumbs over his closed eyes, as though that could make the last vestiges of the comment section leave his mind. He knew he should stop reading them, but somehow he always ended up right back there, doom scrolling as Tessa called it. “There are three couples who are offended enough by my audiobooks they’ve cancelled their weddings?”

“I’m sure they’ll get married somewhere, but it won’t be at Nuthatch Vineyards,” Baz answered calmly.

“They’ll forfeit their deposits.”

“They don’t seem to care. Margo tried talking each of them out of it. Even with retaining the forfeited deposits, it puts you down five figures in revenue for the year.”

“And that’s if no one else cancels.” Ethan sighed and pushed the papers aside.

“We’ll find new couples or other kinds of events altogether,” Gavin said. “I’m already working with Margo on a new marketing campaign to reach romance readers and let them know Nuthatch is happy to welcome the romance community. Reader Fest could be just the beginning.”

“You want to replace our wedding income with events catering to romance readers?” Ethan wasn’t sure whether his friend was brilliant or insane.

“Mrs. White and her book club think it’s a great idea,” Gavin said defensively.

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