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“What about Maria? From accounting? Her application – Anthony!” Kate snaps his name and drops the folder full of resumes atop his desk with an exaggerated sigh. “Are you even listening to me right now?”
He considers answering honestly – No, I haven’t heard a single word you’ve said in the past five minutes because I’ve been too busy staring at the way your nose crinkles every time you take a sip of my tea because it’s not chai and you clearly think I’m a heathen.
Or – No, the way your lily soap hangs in the air makes it impossible for me to think about anything other than the fact that you’re leaving me and yet I may never be free of the way your scent torments me so.
Or even - No, the way your tits look in that shirt is making my mouth water and I want to see if I can make you come just by sucking on them.
In truth, there are a number of reasons why Anthony can’t be bothered to listen as Kate drones on and on about internal applicants having a higher success rate as new hires and blah, blah, blah, but something about the downturn of her lips tells him she wouldn’t appreciate his usual candor right now.
Instead, Anthony plasters on a fake smile and answers, “Rapturously, Miss Sharma." His grin grows genuinely though at the scowl that passes over her face when he addresses her as such. “In fact you were just telling me all the reasons why replacing you with one of these – ” he gestures at the heap of resumes spread across his desk, “ – wouldn’t be the worst decision I’ve made in all my years as CEO of Bridgerton & Sons.”
Kate rolls her eyes and Anthony’s heart pounds traitorously in his chest.
“These,” she draws out, “are already your employees, Mr. Bridgerton. You’ve barely glanced at their applications and I think it would do you a great deal of good not to be so casually dismissive of them.”
“If you had brought me anyone of merit I would have already hired them by now.” Anthony sniffs haughtily, and the scent of lilies overcomes his senses once more. “As it is we’ve been going through applications for nearly a week and you’ve yet to find me a suitable replacement.”
“Because you’re being a stubborn ar – ” She cuts herself off, and there’s another thing Anthony will miss about Kate – her interminably foul mouth. She sighs and he can see the gears turning in her head as she mentally changes tactics.
In her seat across his desk, Kate crosses one long, lithe leg over the other, and for a split second the movement exposes the barest sliver of toned thigh above those infuriatingly lacy little stockings she tries to hide under the countless pencil skirts that compose her professional wardrobe, before she adjusts herself and tugs the hem of her skirt back down.
Anthony’s cock twitches in his pants.
“I know it’s not ideal that I’m leaving now,” she placates him, “and under these circumstances too, but I’m trying my best to find and train a replacement for you. You need to work with me, Anthony.”
The sound of his given name rolling so tenderly off Kate’s tongue pulls his attention away from the treasure hidden beneath her skirts, forcing him to meet her eyes. For the first time since she dropped the bomb of her impending departure at this months end, Kate’s eyes reflect how truly tired she actually is, screening applicant after applicant in an attempt to please him, on top of all the other duties he asks of her – without which Bridgerton & Sons would cease to function. Anthony feels a sudden and immense wave of guilt for the petulant way he’s behaved ever since.
He's trusted Kate with his life thus far, hasn’t he? Surely he can trust her judgement on this as well?
Except he knows the real reason he’s been so unyielding is more than his admiration for Kate as an employee, and even as the unlikely friend she has come to be after all these years. The real reason Anthony can’t bear to consider another for her position is that deep down, he cannot bear the thought of a life without her.
No more morning tea and daily rundowns in his office with her. No more ordering her favorite lunches so she’d be forced to eat with him. No more stocking the break room with that one tea she hates from the grocer’s just to hear her complain about how weak British tea leaves are. No more lilies and soap and thigh high stockings and fuck, no more Kate.
But he can’t think about that now, can he? Her mind is made up and Anthony would be a fool – of even greater proportions than he already is – for trying to change her mind, and so he must acquiesce.
“Fine,” he shrugs, and just like that the fight rushes out of him. He doesn’t want to fight her any longer, not on this and not on anything else. All he wants is to hold her, and that’s no more of an option that forcing her to stay is. “Pick the best candidate, Kate. I trust your judgement.”
She eyes him suspiciously – and oh god even that look he’ll miss! – and leans forward in her chair. “Just like that? You’ll let me pick whomever I want?”
“Just like that.” Anthony rubs a hand across his stubbled jaw and leans back in his chair, dragging his hand down his neck to loosen the tie around his throat. “You'll have to train them after all, and you know this position better than anyone else here.”
Stone faced, Kate considers him across the desk, and Anthony takes this time to drink in all his favorite details about her as it suddenly feels like the last time he’ll ever be allowed to do so openly.
The slight upturn of her nose, her sharp brows and even sharper jawline he aches to bite. Her smooth skin and the way it glows against the jewel tones of her wardrobe. The untamable curls upon her head that he wants to bury his hands. The gold bangles on her wrist that once belonged to her birth mother. The slight accent that she can't be bothered to hide in his presence after a long day of code-switching for clients. Her scent and everything he’s ever imagined she might taste like.
He wants his senses full of her all the time, but soon he is going to have none of her at all.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, no. You’re not giving in that easily.”
“I’m not giving in, I’m making the executive decision to let you choose the best possible candidate for the job. Isn’t that what you want from me?”
Kate abruptly uncrosses her legs and stands before him, bracing her hands on the grand, old wood desk that once belonged to his father. “You are giving up and I refuse to let you do it. Tell me what you want,” she demands, “not what you think I want to hear.”
Fuck, he’s going to miss this burning look in her eyes.
“I don’t want anything but for this to be over with as soon as possible.”
“That’s bull and we both know it,” Kate leans further over the desk and Anthony is drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. “I know you better than anyone else and I know when you’re lying to me Anthony Bridgerton, so don’t start now.”
And something inside of him simply snaps.
Kate does know him better than anyone else, even his own brothers and sisters. She knows his temperamental moods and what provokes him. She knows the obligation he feels to his family as the eldest son and father figure to Gregory and Hyacinth. She knows the way he fears he’ll never live up to Edmund, and the way his father’s legacy looms over him and this company. She knows how he takes his tea and his favorite book and that he likes to take the long way to the conference room so he can walk through the courtyard for a few minutes of fresh air each day.
She knows every intimate detail that makes him, him, and Anthony is suddenly, exceedingly panicked that no one will ever know him like this again.
His voice is ice cold when he stands across from her, mirroring her stance and leaning in mere centimeters away from her face. “Then you should know better than anyone else that I don’t want just anyone, I only want you.”
Time slows to a syrupy slow, pulsing thrum in his ears, and for what feels like an eternity, Anthony and Kate face off on opposite sides of the desk. A vein is throbbing at his temple and his cheek twitches the longer he watches Kate’s eyes grow palpably darker. The air is thick between them, her heavy breaths washing gently across his face like his surely must be streaming across her own, and like that poor, hapless moth, Anthony draws even nearer to her flame.
But before he can be consumed by her, the fire flickers out of her eyes and Kate abruptly pulls away.
“Anthony,” his name spills from her mouth on an exhaled breath. “You’ll be fi– ”
“Don’t. Don’t patronize or pity me, Kate.” He snaps bitterly, pushing off the desk and pacing the small corner of space behind it. “You don’t understand – it’s not that I won’t be fine without you, it’s that I don’t want to be without you, period.”
“I can’t be your assistant forever, and this opportunity is too good to pass up – you of all people should understand that.”
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I’m holding you back, Kate? I wouldn’t have recommended you for the job if I didn’t think they could offer you more than I ever will.”
Kate freezes at that. “What are you talking about? Anth – I don’t understand you right now.”
“I’m trying my hardest, Kate,” Anthony implores. “I’m trying to be okay with you leaving me because I know it’s what you need but I am a selfish, selfish man and I can only think about how much I need you.”
He steps out from behind the desk and Kate turns slowly on her heel to face him the entire time he stalks towards her. Small flashes of confusion and fear war with each other on her face, and when Anthony steps forward even more, Kate stumbles back on her heels until the back of her thigh meet his desk and the air whooshes out of her lungs.
“You don’t understand,” he repeats, shaking his head and clenching his fists to keep from reaching for her. “It’s not the job I can’t replace, its you. You consume so much of my very being, I can’t think when you’re around and I can’t focus when you’re gone because I’m counting down the minutes until I can see you next or because I can still smell you in my office hours after you leave. You’re the only person I want to talk to and you’re the smartest person I know. You drive me mad with wanting you and I feel like I’m preying on you because I’m your boss, but I don’t want to share you with anyone else in the world – ”
“Anthony.”
“ – and every time you lean across my desk and flash the tops of those infernal fucking stockings at me, it makes me want to bend you over my lap and spank the backs of your thighs until you’re begging me to let you come.”
A sharp inhale of breath draws Anthony from his fervor, and only when the fog of anger and lust fades away does he notice that he’s crowded Kate against the desk, boxing her in his arms and nosing at the skin of her neck where her scent is strongest like some sort of feral animal.
The blood drains from his face and Anthony takes an aborted step back, but the damage is done, and Kate looks completely wrecked. Even like this – shaky hands holding herself up on the desk behind her, lips parted in what surely must be disgust, eyes blown wide with fear – Kate has never looked more beautiful and Anthony thinks he may have just ruined the best thing to ever come into his life.
“Kate, I – ” He clears his throat and exhales the shakiest of breaths aimed at the ground. “I’m so sorry, that was horribly inappropriate of me – ”
“Anthony.”
His head snaps up with alarming speed at the unadulterated lust oozing from her voice and he sees the look in her eye for what is truly is.
Not someone scared and disgusted by his words, but someone who’s been freshly fucked and is desperate for more.
“Kate?”
One of her hands flies up from the desk to fist the front of his dress shirt, and in return Anthony’s brace themselves on the swell of her hips to support her when she teeters backwards.
She looks him dead in the eye and with all the seriousness he loves about her says, “I need you to kiss me now.”
He thinks he might be dreaming, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time his cock felt this hard thinking of Kate running her sexy little mouth off at him, demanding he take care of her needs.
“Are you sure?”
Her first tightens in his shirt. “Anthony Bridgerton I swear to – oomph!”
He swallows her curse with a searing open mouthed kiss, and its like a dam breaking inside of him.
He drinks in each one of her little moans and whimpers, tongue sweeping into the unsuspecting velvet warmth of her mouth and Anthony thinks this must be what it is like to consume and be consumed by someone so fully.
Kate bites down on his lower lip and pulls it between her teeth, and Anthony feels the answering tug in his cock that strains against her soft stomach.
Her hands migrate to the buttons lining his shirt, having already fully unraveled his tie while he was lost in her mouth, but she only gets about halfway down before he growls into her and captures both hands in his, trapping them behind her back so she can't protest when he noses her chin up to press wet, sucking kisses into her throat, breathing in the concentrated scent of lilies that is so uniquely her.
His hand at her back drops to clutch at her arse, and Anthony groans at the full swell of it that barely fits in his palms. He ruts against her stomach and Kate lifts one stocking clad thigh to wrap around his waist. In return, he rucks her skirt up even farther until it sits at her waist and runs his hand up and down the hot expanse of her thigh wrapped around him, clutching it and then the other in his hands and lifting her to sit on the desk.
Anthony steps into the vee of her legs and Kate locks her ankles behind his knees, pulling him tight against herself seeking friction against his impossibly hard cock. He pulls himself from her lips and swiftly unbuttons the buttons of her blouse, and then his hands are cupping her heavy tits over the soft silk of her rich purple bra.
Anthony moans at the sight of them in his hands, nipples hardened to stiff little peaks against his palms, and drops his head to place sloppy kisses over the fabric of each one, wetting each tight bud with soft laps of his tongue and grazing his teeth over them until Kate squeals.
Her chest heaves against him, and nimble hands bury themselves in his hair, pushing him down, down, down, past her stomach until Anthony’s knees give out beneath him and he takes hold of her thighs, pausing to rub his thumbs across the lacy edge where stocking meets silky smooth skin, before gently guiding her knees toward her chest and displaying the gloriously damp center of her panties to him.
Fuck. He noses up the length of her cloth covered cunt, breathing in the sweet and musky scent of her and his mouth waters so much that he nearly drools onto her panties. “Fuck, Kate” his moan is muffled by her core, and then he’s inhaling the scent of her cunt and bathing it with wet, open mouthed kisses that make her buck and writhe on the desk beneath him. “The smell of you, Kate, you don’t know what it does to me.”
“Anthony – ” Kate cries his name and he wants to hear her say it like that for the rest of his life. He thinks he might have embarrassed her, but she smells so damnably good that he does it again and again and pants wantonly against her cunt.
When he finally regains his senses, Anthony leans back to watch her squirm and Kate automatically closes her thighs against his discerning stare, but he won’t have any of that shyness now.
“Let me see it,” he demands. His fingers press deep into the flesh of her thighs, thumbs mere whispers away from her center and he pulls her legs apart, pressing down towards the desk to open her for him once again. “Will you let me see you, Kate?” he tries again softer this time, eyes wide and begging and Kate whimpers when one of his thumbs teases over the top of her mound.
“Anthony, please,” Kate whines and Anthony surges up to kiss the sound right out of her mouth.
Grinding his swollen cock against her, Anthony demands, “What? Please what?”
“Take them off,” she gasps into his mouth. He can feel her pussy throbbing against him and it requires all of his self-restraint not to rip her panties off and bury himself inside her wet heat in one stroke.
Instead he straightens slowly, looming over Kate’s vulnerable body, and slides his hands to her full hips, dips his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and slowly peels them down and off her legs. The core of them is so damp now that when Anthony balls them up and tucks them into the pocket of his trousers, he has to close his eyes and compose himself for a moment before finally coming face to face with her blessedly bare cunt before him.
She’s swollen and wet and shaking for him, and when she squirms under his merciless stare, her sweet little clit peaks through those puffy folds, and Anthony falls to his knees once again like a supplicant at the altar of her cunt.
He presses his face into the meat of her inner thigh, skimming kisses across the bare skin above her stocking, so close yet so far from where he wants to be and reaches down to free his cock from its confines to keep the ache at bay.
“And will you let me taste you too, Kate?” he pants between each kiss.
“Anthony,” Kate growls above him, and he pauses in his worship of her to meet her burning stare.
That’s my girl, he thinks numbly, drunk on the scent of her pussy. Stubborn and fiery to a fault and yet he cannot get enough of her attitude like this.
“Tell me exactly what you want from me, Kathani.” He hovers over her center, feeling like he might actually die if he doesn’t get his mouth on her right this second.
“Preferably your mouth,” she snarks, “And potentially your fingers and your cock but your mouth will suffice for now.”
Anthony thinks he should punish her for the cheek later, but his undivided attention is focused on the feast in front of him, and with her permission, he finally, finally dives in.
“I knew you’d be like this,” Anthony groans into her cunt, “fuck, fucking obstinate, demanding my attention.” He licks a stripe deep up the length of her center and suckles lazily at her clit when he reaches the swollen little nub.
Her taste floods his tongue, sweet and salty and musky in a way that is so unequivocally the taste of a woman and Anthony feels dizzy with it.
“But fuck, look at you now.” He pauses his ministrations to do just that. Her tits heaving, her eyes dark and glassy with lust, long curls splayed around her like a halo – a symbol of everything good and loyal and lovely and pure about her.
“Not so bratty now with my tongue in your cunt, are you?” He emphasizes the point by licking deep inside of her, groaning at the strongest taste of her yet. Above him, Kate gasps and flutters around his tongue, hands scrabbling against the desk seeking purchase where there is none. Anthony guides them to his hair, and when she grabs hold it jerks his face even closer to her pussy.
“Oh, Kate,” he grins wickedly into her, “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“Stop – ” Kate gasps for air beneath him, hips bucking once, twice, against his face before more of her sweet taste floods his tongue. “St-stop talking, please stop talking, I’m going – I’m going to – ”
“No.” Anthony’s chuckle vibrates through her. “No I won’t,” he says between each deep lick. “I think you like it when I tell you how fucking crazy you make me, how I spend all day thinking about burying my face between your thighs instead of looking over your insufferable applications and expense reports.”
Kate’s back arches up off his desk and nearly dislodges him from where he’s now sucking hungrily on the lips of her pussy. Anthony growls “stay still,” into her as he pins her hips down, sucking and flicking with his tongue, and the keening cry that rips itself from Kate’s throat is nearly enough to make him come in his trousers right there.
As it his, his own hips are thrusting involuntarily against thin air, desperately seeking out friction that doesn’t exist, and the only coherent thought in his head is a mind numbing need to make Kate come in his mouth, now, so he can bury his cock in her swollen, puffy pussy.
Anthony unwraps his free hand from around her thigh thrown over his shoulder, and silently urges her to plant her heeled feet on his desk. The hand he used to pin her down slides up her stomach and tugs one of the cups of her bra down to expose the stiff peak of her nipple, and when Anthony glances up from between her thighs and sees it begging for his attention, his mouth waters so much that he nearly makes up his mind to finish Kate off with his fingers alone so he can suck the tight little bud into his mouth and tease it between his teeth.
Gods, the things he wants to do to her.
But then Kate finds her footing on the desk, and uses that leverage to fuck her cunt against his face, and Anthony loses his ever-loving mind.
He groans again, surging forward and rocking her body further up the desk with the movement, pushing his face and tongue as deep into her as he can get, and when that’s not enough he pushes further, gasping down breaths between each obscene slurp and suck of her messy fucking pussy, chanting her name in time to the fruitless thrusting of his own hips, “Kate, Kate, Kate.”
“Anthony,” She cries, one hand still buried in his hair, the other leading his hand still clenched around the cup of her bra up to her aching nipple, begging him to pull and tweak at it while she writhes against his face. “Anthony, your fingers – I need your fingers, I feel so – I need – ”
Anthony pulls back a fraction of an inch to stare in awe at her quivering pussy. “You need something to come on, don’t you?” In a daze his free hand slips around the silky skin of her thigh and Anthony swipes his thumb up and down her swollen folds, briefly stopping to circle her clit twice before he twists his wrist and slips one long finger deep inside her.
“My tongue isn’t enough for you, is it? Your needy pussy has to be filled before you can come, is that right?”
She’s so wet and open for him that a second finger slips in with ease, and Anthony’s head tips back on a delirious moan when Kate clamps around his fingers curled inside her.
Kate lifts her head from the desk and struggles to prop herself up on her elbows. She meets his eyes as Anthony dips back in to lick slow, broad strokes across her clit, and her head tips back in a silent scream, exposing the long, delicious line of her neck that Anthony wants to suck a million bruises into, and he thinks he has never seen anything as beautiful as Kate Sharma, squirming and panting and glowing with exertion atop his desk, her velvet soft cunt wrapped around his fingers, on the brink of coming all over his face.
He thinks he would die to spend a lifetime with her, bathing in her rapture like this, discovering all the other ways they could be beautiful together.
So when she demands, “another, Anthony, another,” he is helpless to do anything but give her what she wants. When he slides a third finger into her cunt – when he feels her stretch to take him and tighten around him with the first flutterings of her orgasm, Anthony knows he is doomed to never love another because all he has ever wanted since the day they met – when she called him a spoiled arsehole for leaving his half drunken cup of tea in the breakroom sink on her first day at Bridgerton & Sons, and swore to him that she still meant every word when he was formally introduced as her boss all of five minutes later – all he has ever wanted since that day has been Kate.
However she will have him.
“Anything you want. Come on, Kate,” he urges her, sucking hard at her clit and fucking into that spongy spot on her front wall with his fingers. His knees ache from the hard ground and there’s a crick in his neck but Anthony feel feral with the need for her to come, and he growls as much into her flesh just as her cunt clamps unbearably tight around him and her body tenses on the desk. “Come for me – that’s it – all over my fingers Kate, come on my face, fuck, good girl Kate. Come for me now.”
He both sees and feels when her peak hits, that split second when time stops and the hungry, desperate look on her face melts into bliss and her eyes roll back into her head as her pussy floods around his fingers. Kate’s mouth drops open, brokenly choking on his name as she ripples around him, and Anthony has to rip his hand from her breast to squeeze his cock tight to stop himself from coming right then and there.
It lasts a lifetime and not long enough at all, the softening of her pussy around his fingers, the slow way she milks him, gasping his name between the broken moans that leave her throat with every fading pulse. He fucks her gently through it, rising shakily to his feet but never leaving the warmth of her, tugging gingerly at his cock in time with each wave that hits her, as if imagining the way she would feel around him there, until she goes boneless against his desk and Anthony collapses on top of her.
“Kate,” he pushes his face into the damp crook of her neck, breathing in the heady, intoxicating scene of sex and lilies and the two of them together.
His cock nestles into the soaked seam of her cunt, and the sensation of nearly being wrapped in her makes his balls tighten in anticipation.
“Kate, Kate” he prays into her neck. “I need to come, I can’t hold – I can’t wait to fuck you I need to come, please tell me I can come?”
He’s been reduced to a quivering, begging mess, and the mere thought of being inside her nearly pushes him over the edge, but Anthony knows that when he finally fucks Kate, he’s going to need hours with her before he feels satisfied, and so he can’t do it now.
His hips thrust involuntarily, as if punctuating his desperation, and Kate moans his name when the blunt head of his cock catches on her oversensitive clit.
“Want you to come,” she mumbles into his ear and bites gently at his ear lobe, sending another nearly overwhelming wave of pleasure down his spine. “Need your come.”
“Where?” He leans back panting, staring at her lips, then her tits, and finally his cock covered in a mix of her slick and his pre-come.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. I’m safe if you are.”
“A little too late for that, don’t you think?” Anthony nods pointedly to the place where they’ve almost joined and Kate laughs breathlessly.
But the thought that he might get to fuck her bare – might get to come deep inside of her later and watch it drip from her cunt – sends him hurtling towards the edge.
Its only when Kate runs a hand down her stomach, curling her slender finger around the length of him and tugging once, twice, gently on his cock, that Anthony finally lets himself go.
Electricity races down his spine and he comes with a low groan, hips jerking into Kate’s hand and her pussy. His knees give out with the force of his orgasm, and he has to brace one hand on the desk beside her head to keep himself upright as each pulse of his cock sends rope after rope of hot come across the surface of her cunt.
His head drops between them, and the sight of his cock smearing his release all over her sends another small wave of aftershocks through him. Anthony finally shudders through the last of them just as Kate pushes herself to a sitting position and wraps her arms around his back.
“That was – ”
“Good yeah?” He laughs breathlessly into her mass of curls and buries his hand not braced against the table into her hair as well.
“Great even.”
“You could say that.”
Kate giggles and pulls back just enough to look up at him and press a tender kiss into the dimple of his chin. She considers him seriously then, and prods, “Do I even want to know why?”
Anthony forces himself to pull away and busies himself with pulling a tissue from the box knocked askew on his desk and cleaning the mess they made between them. When he finishes carefully taking care of Kate and hastily wiping himself clean, Anthony tucks his still half hard cock back into his briefs and hisses when she reaches between them and drags the zipper of his trousers up and over his bulge.
“You’re leaving,” he says simply, and it sounds petulant even to his own ears.
“Yes,” Kate huffs, “for a job you apparently recommended me for.”
“Well it felt right at the time. I guess it didn’t occur to me that you’d actually be leaving until you started bringing me all these replacements.”
“You’re the most dramatic man I’ve ever met,” Kate scoffs at him and Anthony doesn’t know whether he should be insulted at that fact or smug that he is unlike anyone else she knows.
“I’m not wrong though, am I?”
“I’m just leaving the job, Anthony. That was always the plan eventually, but that doesn’t mean I have to leave you.”
Something terrible and warm that feels awfully like hope blooms to life in his chest.
“It doesn’t?”
“Not if you ask me to stay.”
And he wants to, so incredibly badly, but something is holding him back.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you stay if I asked?”
Kate sighs and rests her chin on his chest, warm brown eyes melting into something soft and gooey for him.
“How is that even a question? You’re brave and kind and the most loyal person I’ve ever met. You care so deeply about the company and the people that work here that I know you’re going to personally interview each and every one of these candidates because you simply can’t help yourself. You’re handsome and foul-mouthed and you vex me at every possible turn and still I have never wanted to know someone like I want to know everything about you, Anthony Bridgerton. You plague my every waking thought and all I want is to succumb to you.”
Anthony can’t help the answering smile that tugs at his lips. “Is that so? Will you stay then?”
“Awfully, terribly so, and you couldn't make me leave you even if you tried.” Kate scrunches her nose at him and he soothes the wrinkles there with a kiss. She pokes at his shoulder and quips, “I wouldn’t put up with nearly as much of your bullshit if I didn’t – hey!”
Anthony interrupts her by grabbing her free hand and pressing it to his re-emerging erection, and Kate chokes off in a moan.
“Just for that I should make you clean up the mess you made on my desk with your tongue while I fuck you from behind.”
He rocks his hardening cock into her palm and drops a trio of kisses along the side of her jaw.
Kate laughs – loud and bright and blindingly happy into the crook of his neck – and Anthony is suffused with the kind of warm giddy bliss he only ever feels with Kate.
“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Bridgerton. I expect you to follow through.”
And follow through he does.