His Wicked Lady by Ruth Ann Nordin

quickly discarded the memory. Now wasn’t
the time to let her thoughts go there. If she wasn’t careful, she’d
start aching with desire to be with him again. It’d been a long
time since she’d had the pleasure of having a gentleman inside her.
She’d forgotten how intense an orgasm could be when she was making
love.
    Malcolm narrowed his eyes at her. “Why are
you looking at me like that?”
    Using as innocent an expression as she could,
she asked, “Like what?”
    “Like I’m something you plan to eat?”
    She chuckled. “I’m doing nothing of the sort.
You are speaking nonsense.” Before he could argue with her, she
took Leonard’s hand and led him out of the room.
     

 
    Chapter Ten

     
    M alcolm was sure Regan kept eyeing him in the most impure
fashion during the entire meal. The only saving grace was that her
son was too young to understand what her sultry looks meant. The
butler who stood nearby, however, was old enough to know what was
going on, and it only added to Malcolm’s discomfort.
    Surely, the staff didn’t know what he and
Regan had done last evening. Well, yes, they knew. It was the
wedding night, after all. But certainly, they hadn’t heard
anything. Had they?
    At one point, he glanced at the butler, and
he thought he saw the older man smirk.
    I’m imagining it, Malcolm told himself then
forced his attention from the butler.
    “What are you going to do today?” Regan asked
before she picked up a strawberry.
    “I’m going to White’s,” he said.
    She let out a pretty frown. “You are?”
    “Yes.” The sooner he made it clear he wasn’t
going to let her dictate his life, the better. It was bad enough
she wiggled her way into this marriage. “I have important gentlemen
to talk to.”
    “But I thought you said you had set aside an
entire week to dedicate your time to me,” she replied. “I believe
it was in the missive you sent when I requested you meet me before
the wedding.”
    “Circumstances changed,” he said, forcing
aside the small inkling of guilt that threatened to overtake him.
“I thought I hadn’t met you when I made that promise. It wasn’t
like I knew who you were.”
    Eyebrows raised, she offered a playful shrug.
“All right. Have it your way…for now.”
    He didn’t like the sound of that. Before he
could consider the impact of her words, she put the strawberry
halfway into her mouth. With a wink at him, she let her tongue
glide over it, slowly working around the entire thing.
    Face warm, he quickly looked away before the
suggestive move excited him more than it should. If he wasn’t
careful, he’d get an erection. Recalling the butler, he almost
looked in his direction, wondering if the butler had seen her
scandalous little act, but he managed to keep his focus on the
plate in front of him.
    “What do you want to do today, Leonard?”
Regan asked her son.
    Relieved she’d finally taken her attention
off of him, Malcolm resumed eating. He didn’t know what to make of
his new wife. What other lady would dare do such bold things in
front of the staff? Didn’t anything—anything at all—embarrass
her?
    He’d have to have a word with her when they
were alone. He was her husband now, and since that was the case, it
was his responsibility to lay down some rules. This kind of thing
couldn’t keep going on.
    “I want to be with Father,” Leonard said.
    Malcolm almost swallowed his eggs the wrong
way. Didn’t the boy get enough of him yesterday? He’d spent the
entire day with him after the wedding. Surely, the lad had other
interests besides him.
    “I’m afraid you can’t go to the gentleman’s
club,” Regan told her son. “It’s only for adult gentlemen, and
those that are allowed there have to be voted in.”
    “Your mother’s right. It’s an exclusive club.
Only the best of the best get in.” Recalling the fact that Logan
belonged there, too, he added, “Of course, there are a few who were
granted the honor of belonging to it. I’m