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“You are aware that you need to change into your costume after taking a shower, right?”
Huffing out a loud, tired sigh—he had already been questioned on his choice of costume five times since the party began, and it had become rather aggravating—Anthony turned away from the table laden with alcohol to find the most gorgeous pair of wide, chocolate brown eyes looking him up and down while a satisfied, rather smug little smirk twisted on the most perfect pout he had ever come across.
Anthony bit back an agonised groan at the sight of her. Of course Kate Sharma had been invited to his idiot brother’s Halloween party, and of course she had personally sought him out to profess her delight in seeing him dressed as fucking Cupid, of all things.
He looked like an idiot, dressed in a sheet he was trying to pull off as a toga and sandals he had borrowed from Colin, and it was all Benedict’s fault. Kate, on the other hand, looked positively gorgeous as always. Okay, so she was dressed in an oversized orange shirt and matching heels that showed off her endless legs, but she looked beautiful, regardless. She always did.
What she was supposed to be, however, Anthony did not know, but that didn’t stop her from looking incredible while he looked like… well, like an oversized toddler that could barely dress himself. He could have been James Bond, for crying out loud, but no. He had to be fucking Cupid, and all because Benedict had dictated it, the twat.
He was going to kill Benedict once the party was over, and then he would simply resurrect the fucker to clean up the mess before killing him all over again.
“I lost a bet,” Anthony ground out, his jaw tensing. “I can assure you, I would not have worn this otherwise.” Waving a crudely made bow and arrow in the air, he watched as Kate’s eyes lit up while she twirled the cherry-cola lollipop she was holding between her fingers. Shifting her weight onto one leg, Kate cocked her head to the side, those soft, thick curls tumbling over one shoulder as she did so.
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Kate grinned, her gaze roving down the length of Anthony’s body again, this time appraisingly. Immediately, a shudder rippled through him as Anthony watched the object of all his desires place the lollipop in her mouth and suck for one, two, three agonising seconds before pulling it out with a deafening pop! “Just so you know.”
And then she was turning on her heel far too effortlessly, that damned lollipop slipping between those plush lips again as she strode through the crowd. Then she was turning back to look at Anthony again and, with another damning smirk, shot him a wink before making her way through the crowd again.
Well, shit. Swallowing hard, Anthony watched as the object of his desires (and the very woman that had been the subject of many a nightly and morning wank) walked away from him, her words seared into his mind.
Oh. Oh. Perhaps he wasn’t going to kill his twat of a brother, after all.
“So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy wotsit?”
It didn’t take long for Anthony to find her, not that Kate was hiding, per say; the Bridgerton house was big, yes, but Kate wouldn’t roam the house without permission. Plus, she had wanted Anthony to follow her anyway, if only to gauge whether or not he was actually as interested in her as she was him.
Well, given the fact he was there now, perhaps he was...
Snorting into her drink, Kate lifted her head and immediately met Anthony’s gaze as he sidled up to her in that ridiculous Egyptian cotton sheet-turned-toga. He did look fit in it, though; not many people could pull off wearing a bedsheet and very little else, but Anthony could thanks to those bulging biceps and an eight-pack Kate would happily lick wine off of.
If Benedict had aimed to make his brother look ridiculous, Kate had decided that he had failed, because Christ on a bike, Anthony looked even fitter than usual.
Licking the remnants of the sauvignon she has been drinking from her lips, Kate leaned back until she was practically perched on cabinet she had been standing near and offered Anthony what she hoped was a saucy smile and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
“A pumpkin, actually,” she replied, and pointed to the highlighter-orange beret she had attached to her head, the felt green stem she had sewn onto it undoubtedly flopping this way and that. “Though I can be a sexy wotsit if that’s what you like, Anthony.”
Kate watched as Anthony stumbled on the spot, his mouth dropping open and those dark eyes growing wide before pooling black a moment later. Then he was straightening up and Kate felt her stomach flutter as he leaned in, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the corners of his mouth lift into a knowing grin.
“Perhaps that is what I like,” he murmured, his gaze dipping to her lips. “If it means I get to eat you later.”
Heat rose into Kate’s cheeks immediately, the sauvignon that had previously tasted bright on her tongue moments now feeling dull and dry. Well, if that wasn’t a confirmation that he liked her too, then Kate didn’t know what was.
Pushing away from the cabinet, Kate placed her wine glass on the polished wood top and wrapped her long fingers around Anthony’s wrist. With a tug, she led him out of the living room and away from the crowds of people chatting and dancing as they made their way into the cool hallway which, blessedly, was practically empty save for one or two guests that were probably nipping to the loo.
“Kate? What are you-”
She stopped in her tracks to look back at Anthony, one eyebrow arched high as she took in the confused look that now adorned his stupidly pretty face. God, he really was a bit of an idiot, wasn’t he? It was a good thing she liked him a lot.
“You wanna eat my pumpkin pie filling tonight or not, Anthony?” she asked, spinning around as Anthony’s mouth opened, except no words came out, for once. Then his ears turned a pretty shade of pink, his cheeks quickly flushing the same colour as he jerked his chin upwards in response.
“Yes,” he finally managed to say, his voice growing low and husky. “Fuck, yes.” And then he was slipping his hand in hers and tugging her down the hallway toward the staircase, each step more urgent than the last as Kate failed to hold back a giggle and followed Anthony up the steps two at a time, careful not to twist her ankle in the process.
The second his bedroom door clicked shut, Anthony found his back pressed up against it. Kate stood before him, her long arms trapping him between the heavy wood door and her body, and Anthony knew there was no place he would rather be.
Her eyes darkened, chocolate brown transforming into puddles of black as Kate dipped her head just so—she was a touch taller than him right now thanks to those heels—and caught his lips in hers, the groan that had been on the tip of his tongue quickly swallowed down as Kate’s tongue swept into his mouth.
Anthony’s hands quickly found purchase on her hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of that bright orange shirt she had chosen to wear that night. It was such a simple costume, probably thrown together last minute or a budget-friendly option so that she didn’t have to splurge on anything new. Knowing Kate, it was the latter, but God, it was probably the best costume Anthony had seen all night, because it was worn by her.
Responding to his touch, Kate’s body moulded against his, her own hands winding their way into his hair as she kissed him, all tongue and teeth, desperate to taste him. He relished every needy pant, every soft little whine that escaped her, especially when his hands snaked down to her backside to cup the swell of her perfect arse, and crushed her hot centre against his aching cock.
There was a breathless gasp and Kate was pulling away, cheeks flushed and eyes swimming with desire. When Anthony looked down at her mouth, he could see that her lips were kiss-bruised and red.
“This needs to come off. Now,” she demanded, shooting a pointed look at the sheet Anthony was masquerading as a robe. Before he could do as he was told, Kate’s palms were already sliding down the length of his torso, her nimble fingers working to unravel the knot he had tied to secure the fabric together around his waist. The white sheet pooled at his feet, leaving Anthony in only his boxers.
Kate huffed amusedly at the sight, a breathy, sweet sound. “I don’t think Cupid wore underwear. Wouldn’t it have been more accurate to go without?” She was tilting her head again, a sly smile on her lips as Anthony rolled his eyes and pulled her close again, his hips immediately meshing with hers. Kate’s breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered closed for a short moment.
“I don’t think accuracy was ever on the cards,” he bit back playfully, leaning in to nip at her ear. “I was wearing a sheet, for crying out loud.”
“Touché,” Kate laughed, and then she was sinking down onto her knees, her fingers trailing over his chest and abdomen before catching on the band of his underwear. Anthony’s eyes grew wide. Instinctively, his hands reached for her head, knocking off that ridiculous beret as he wound his fingers in those wild curls he had dreamed of tugging on more than one occasion.
Biting down on her lip, Kate pulled his boxer shorts down, her doe-like eyes growing wider as she wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock, her cheeks flushing a gorgeous shade of red as she licked her lips and started stroking him with an expert roll of her wrist.
“Well, now; this looks rather accurate to the statues and paintings I’ve seen,” she murmured, and then her mouth was on him, soft kisses and gentle licks placed along his length before she took him into her mouth, warm, wet and welcoming. A low, strangled moan fell from Anthony’s mouth, his head falling back while Kate swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, one hand cupping and massaging his balls.
When he looked back down at her again, dizzy from the mere feeling of her mouth on him, Anthony saw that Kate was still watching him, her other hand now between her legs. Christ, she looked gorgeous like that, sat on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock. It was a sight Anthony wouldn’t forget any time soon.
“Fuck,” he breathed, scraping his nails gently against her scalp and tugging her hair. “Fuck, Kate, your mouth. So good.”
She hummed softly around him, flattening her tongue and hollowing her cheeks again until he was brushing against the back of her throat. Jerking his hips upwards, Anthony let out a pained groan as Kate pulled back, her hand still working his cock while she caught her breath and shot him a sultry wink.
“I suggest coming in my mouth, Cupid,” she said breathlessly, and licked a languid stripe from the base to the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth again. Anthony let out an intelligible noise, fisting her hair as Kate swallowed his cock with ease, a soft gag rising from her throat. Bucking his hips gently, Anthony’s head fell back against the door again as she moaned, sucked and licked, willing him to unravel in the heat of her sultry mouth.
He was close, dangerously so. Looking back down at Kate, he saw the fire in her eyes, the way her hand moved between her legs, felt the soft hum of each passing moan. Then he was spilling into her mouth, coating her throat as his hips tilted forwards again.
Kate’s eyes grew impossibly wider, but she didn’t stop. She continued to suck and lick, watching him intently as she swallowed his seed with sweet little moans and only pulled back when Anthony was completely spent, lips slick and eyes filled with triumph.
Slumping against the door, Anthony loosened his hold on Kate’s hair as she sat back on her haunches, one hand still on his cock, her strokes lazy but firm, while the other worked through her folds. Managing to catch his breath, Anthony stared down at the Goddess in orange, her lips swollen and glossy with his come. Arching a brow, Anthony’s hands slid down until her face was gathered in his palms.
Stroking a thumb against her cheek and then her bottom lip, Anthony offered her a satisfied smirk and rasped, “It’s my turn now, Pumpkin.”
Before Kate could react, Anthony was already removing his boxers and sandals and pushing himself away from the door. Taking her by the arm once he was done, he unceremoniously hauled Kate up off the floor and towards the bed.
Kate squealed when Anthony practically threw her on the bed—King sized, of course; she expected nothing less from Anthony Bridgerton—before promptly falling next to her and hauling her into his lap, a grin on his lips and mischief in his eyes.
“Come here,” he whispered, his mouth already latching onto hers in a lazy kiss as Kate gasped into his mouth, her fingers immediately tangling in his chestnut curls. Anthony moaned in response, his hands quickly grasping hold of her backside while he rolled his hips against hers. An obscene sound fell from her lips as Kate licked into his mouth, desperate and needy.
“You must be tired after putting that pretty mouth to work,” Anthony drawled when he pulled away, his head hitting the pillows as he fell back onto the bed. His gaze flicked down to her lips, and Kate absent-mindedly licked them in response. “You should take a seat and let me thank you for your efforts.”
She nodded eagerly as he tugged Kate forward, his palms cupping the curve of her arse as she crawled up the length of his torso, her cheeks turning a salacious shade of pink when she felt her knees sink into the soft pillows either side of his head, her thighs brushing against his ears as Anthony tugged her shirt up a little. Then his eyes grew impossibly wide, his mouth dropping open at the sight before him.
Kate could not help but smirk in triumph a second time that night.
“Crotchless knickers?” he rasped, his breath warm against her cunt. Kate’s stomach coiled and fluttered deliciously. “At a party? Such a slutty Pumpkin.”
Arching a brow, Kate looked down at Anthony’s pretty face, now bracketed by her thighs. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t notice earlier, Cupid.” She teased. Raking her fingers through his hair, Kate tilted her head and smiled. “Besides; it’s much easier to lick out the filling this way, wouldn’t you agree?”
Anthony growled at her words, low and predatory, as Kate laughed. The sound quickly died on her lips and transformed into a ragged gasp when Anthony tugged her forward one more time, his eager lips immediately latching onto her warm, wet cunt as he swiped his tongue for a taste, his fingers curling into the curve of her arse while Kate bit down on her bottom lip and rocked against Anthony’s face.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Untangling her fingers from his hair, Kate leaned forward and reached for the headboard while Anthony continued to lap at her cunt. Dangerous flicks of his tongue against her clit followed by rumbling moans forced her body to tremor deliciously. Deliberate, languid licks through her folds had her back arching beautifully, and when she felt a hand slip between her thighs, Kate failed to bite back a choked gasp when a thick finger eased its way into her pussy while Anthony gently sucked on her clit.
“That’s it, Pumpkin,” he murmured underneath her, teasing yet sweet while Kate rocked her hips messily against his face, her eyelids fluttering closed and fingernails digging into the ornate headboard while he continued to fuck her with his finger and tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
Kate keened when she felt another finger enter her, coaxing her open and stretching her wide her as Anthony nipped at the inside of her thigh before stroking his tongue through her sopping folds again. She sobbed at the feeling of his fingers stroking and fucking her full, then he crooked them just so and pulled a fresh wave of filthy moans from her lips while her pussy fluttered around his thick fingers.
“Ah—Anthony,” she panted, rocking desperately against his fingers and face as her walls clamped around him. Anthony continued to work through her folds and tease her relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body as her stomach coiled and her pussy fluttered. Kate whined from the pleasure, already so close to coming on his face, her legs trembling as Anthony sucked on her clit in a torturous, slow manner.
“Mmm, you should come, Pumpkin,” she heard him murmur, but barely. “Come so I can fill you properly, yeah?”
Kate let out a choked sob. Grasping the headboard, she squeezed her eyes shut as Anthony stroked and licked her relentlessly. She let out another keening cry as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, her legs trembling while her body tensed. Anthony seemed to pull her orgasm from her with aggravating ease, coaxing her through it with his expert tongue and talented fingers while her whines and moans and pants of pleasure filled the air as she rode his face and fucked his fingers until, finally, Kate let out on final, pained whine before slumping against the headboard.
She panted heavily, sweat beading her brow and her limbs like jelly. Her cunt was well and truly ravished, yet Anthony continued to lick and stroke her at a leisurely pace before she finally found a modicum of strength and rolled off of his face, her back falling onto the soft mattress of his bed.
“Come here,” she heard him murmur, and before Kate could respond, Anthony’s hand was on the back of her neck and turning her head to face him. Immediately, his lips were on hers and she could taste herself on his tongue, tangy yet sweet, and she couldn’t help but sigh against his mouth and lose herself in the kiss.
She felt Anthony’s hand slink down to her thigh and guide her leg over his hip. Then he was rolling his hips against hers again, his lips trailing a torturous path from her lips to her jaw, then down her neck until he reached the collar of her shirt. An indignant huff was made, and then she felt the same hand that had grasped her thigh find its way under her shirt.
“This needs to come off,” he muttered, earning a weak laugh from Kate. Shaking her head, she wrestled herself from Anthony’s arms for a moment and swiftly removed her shirt. She watched as his eyes fell to her tits, the fairly see-through lace bra doing little for the imagination. Thankfully, Anthony seemed to appreciate it, if the predatory growl was anything to go by.
“Fucking Hell, Kate. Were you looking to get fucked tonight?” he asked, though it wasn’t a complaint. Kate simply shrugged, a playful smile forming on her lips.
“It’s Halloween, Anthony; I think I deserve a treat.” Biting down on her bottom lip, Kate lowered her gaze until she reached his cock, hard and ready for the second time that night, before she looked up again to meet his eyes. “Do you have anything sweet to fill me up with tonight?”
Then she was reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. Throwing the garment onto the floor, she watched as Anthony’s lips parted, his eyes glued to her tits again while his breath shallowed. Looking back up at her, she watched as he grinned, one hand reaching out to grab her upper arm.
“It may not be sweet, but it’s definitely filling,” he breathed, dragging her down to meet his lips as he pulled her back into his lap. “Ready to be filled, Pumpkin?”
Anthony’s mouth immediately latched onto one of Kate’s perfect tits, her moans ethereal to his ears as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, one hand anchored to her hip while the other moved between her legs, his finger lazily circling her clit while she rocked against his hand. She looked gorgeous kneeling above him, her head thrown back with curls spinning over her shoulders and clad only in those crotchless knickers she had dared to wear that night.
She whimpered when he drew back, momentarily pausing his attentions to reach over to the bedside table. Pulling open a drawer, Anthony grabbed a condom and tore open the packet. Kate’s own hand dipped between her legs, the other reaching for her breast as she pinched and rolled her nipple, a soft moan escaping her lips. Sitting upright, Anthony rolled the condom over his cock before pulling Kate towards him again, his mouth on hers as she positioned herself over his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as her breath grew ragged, her cheeks flushed.
“Ready, Pumpkin?” he asked, and promptly groaned when he felt Kate’s fingers wrap around his cock, her strokes slow and measured.
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.” And then she was sinking down on him with a low, satisfied hiss as Anthony groaned, her tight, warm cunt enveloping him as he gripped her hips and roughly jerked his hips against hers.
Kate gasped when he filled her completely, breathy and sweet, her head thrown back in rapture. Taking the invitation, Anthony began pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck and sucked a bruise on the juncture between her shoulder and neck. He felt warm arms snake around his shoulders as he thrust into her, lazy and shallow while she moved on top of him, her perfect tits bouncing with each rock of their hips.
“Fuck, Kate,” he groaned, his mouth hot against her skin. Her back arched into him as gripped her backside, a heavenly moan slipping from between her lips. Dipping his head lower, Anthony wrapped his lips around a puckered nipple and sucked the sensitive bud. Kate gasped at the tender assault and he felt the sweet sting of her nails scraping down his back when he swirled his tongue around her nipple.
“You like that?” he murmured around the bud, his voice a low growl. Kate’s hips clashed with his desperately, as if in agreement. Then he was groaning, pulling away from her breast when he felt her walls squeeze around him. Looking up at her beautiful face, Anthony caught a hint of her teasing smile.
“God, Kate,” he rasped, one hand lowering to grip the curve of her backside while the other snaked between her legs to tease her swollen clit. Then an idea flashed in his mind and, teasingly, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Such a saucy little wotsit, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Anthony,” she gasped, her voice breathy and sweet as she rolled her hips against his. “I am a saucy little… I’m a what?”
Stilling in his lap, Kate’s gaze found his. Grinning, Anthony reached up to peck her on the lips before thrusting into her again, slow and lazy.
“Not a what, Pumpkin. Wotsit.”
For a moment Kate just stared at him, disbelieving, before an amused snort escaped her. Then she was laughing, a full belly-laugh that sounded joyous and rich, her head and body shaking as she fingered the curls at the nape of his neck.
“You are ridiculous,” she laughed. Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his lips before erupting into a fresh peel of giggles, tremors wracking through her body as she squirmed in his lap. “And if you ever call me that again, I will finish without you.”
Anthony chuckled in mock defeat, and silently agreed to Kate’s wish with another kiss to those reddened lips as she moved her hips against his again, her breath becoming shallow once more while he fingered her clit, slow and torturous. He continued to press his mouth to her jaw, her neck, anywhere he could lick and bite and taste her, her skin quickly becoming a painting of his attentions while she fucked herself onto him, the sonata of her moans ringing beautifully in his ears.
“Fuck, Anthony… yes. God, yes…”
He could feel her tightening around him, her movements becoming more erratic, his own thrusts messy and uncoordinated. Groaning into her skin, Anthony looked up at her, watched how her head fell back again while her lips parted, each new chant a breathless symphony that he wished to memorise forever, and to repeat another day, perhaps mere hours from now.
“Yes, Kate, that’s it,” he murmured into her skin, his cock swelling at the way she moaned, the way her eyes screwed shut as her body began to shake above his. “Come for me, Pumpkin. Let me fill you up, yeah?”
He thrust into her again, hard yet slow, and he felt Kate’s nails dig into the back of his neck, the pain a sweet, delicious sensation that made him gasp and fuck her harder until she was shattering around him, a silent scream escaping that gorgeous mouth as her body grew taut while she came.
His lips found hers, swallowing each little cry she made while he fucked into her, his grip on her arse firm, his finger still working her clit while she unravelled. He felt one of those beautiful hands clutch his hair, the other raking fingernails down his back while her legs tightened around his hips. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his own backside, and Anthony reminded himself that she was still wearing those heels before realising that, God, his back and neck would be ruined by the end of the night.
He didn’t care, honestly. Fuck, he was even proud of the fact Kate had marked him, and he would let her brand him again and again, if she so wished it.
Then she was letting out a beautiful, sweet whine as she came for him, her back arching into him while her lips desperately chased his. Then she was no longer digging her nails into his back, her arms and legs falling slack as her body slumped against his. Pulling back from his kiss, Kate tried desperately to catch her breath as Anthony nosed her neck and breathed in her scent, a mixture of lilies and sweat and sex.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his own thrusts beginning to slow. “I’ll come soon, Pumpkin. Just wait for me, okay?”
She nodded weakly, her eyes half-lidded as she rested her forehead against his. Removing his hand from between her legs, Anthony splayed his hand against the small of her back. She lazily met each thrust, her moans soft and low as he whispered words of encouragement to her before he felt his body go taut, warmth spreading through him. His breaths grew ragged, his gaze blurring before he was screwing his eyes shut and thrusting into Kate one more time, hard and desperate. With a deep, guttural groan, Anthony felt himself spill into the condom, a prayer of “Kate. Fuck, Kate,” whispered against her lips as she kissed him, her arms tightening around his neck once again.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he heard her murmur, her voice gentle. “You filled me so well, Anthony. Keep going.”
Groaning, Anthony held Kate tight against him as he thrust into her a few more times, lazy and slow, before falling back against the bed and bringing her with him. He felt Kate unwind her legs from around him and, though he didn’t want it, he slipped out of her. When he opened his eyes, Anthony watched as Kate sat up to take off her heels and drop them down the side of the bed. Then she was leaning over to him and pulling off the condom, and disposed of it in the nearby bin.
Kneeling beside him, Kate pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be back,” she murmured, and hopped off the bed. Anthony reached out for her, but thankfully she only seemed to be heading towards his en-suite. Allowing his head to fall back against the pillows, Anthony couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched the doorway for Kate’s return.
Thankfully, she appeared about two minutes later, still gloriously undressed (and now minus those wonderful crotchless knickers), her hair a beautiful mess and still looking thoroughly fucked.
“Your sandals are still on,” Kate said, and she pointedly looked at Anthony’s feet. Then she was looking at him again, her smile turning cheeky. “Thank God you didn’t wear socks with them, otherwise I’d never have fucked you.”
Climbing back onto the bed, Kate crawled into the space beside him, his arms open. Wrapping them around her warm body, Anthony pulled Kate close until her head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his own nose buried in her hair as she hugged him back.
“You wouldn’t have been able to resist me,” Anthony chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That wotsit comment really did it for you.”
He felt her snort against his skin, and he was almost certain he could hear the roll of her eyes as she squeezed him tightly. “Yes, Anthony,” she laughed, and her lips pressed against his neck in a soft kiss. “It was totally the wotsit comment.”
A Year Later
“And what the hell are you meant to be?”
Kate turned to find Benedict standing behind her, his gaze squarely on Anthony. Bringing her glass of sauvignon to her lips, Kate watched in amusement as Anthony shot his brother a scowl. Of course, her boyfriend was refusing to answer his brother. In fact, he had failed to answer anyone, for that matter.
“What do you think he is?” she asked Benedict a moment later. Arching an eyebrow, she looked between the two brothers before smirking triumphantly. “He’s a wotsit.”
Benedict, bless him, looked quite confused. “A… A what?”
“A wotsit,” Anthony ground out, his arms folding across the bright orange t-shirt Kate had been wearing at last year’s Halloween party, except this time he had paired it with a matching pair of bright, highlighter orange trousers and the ridiculous beret Kate had made last year.
As much as she would not complain about Anthony arriving in just a t-shirt and very little else, she had a feeling the other guests and Benedict would have something to say about it. So, trousers it was.
(That did not mean he was wearing any underwear underneath said trousers, however.)
“A sexy wotsit,” Kate added helpfully, taking another sip of her wine. Benedict still looked confused, of course.
“It was Kate’s decision,” Anthony started to explain, his face turning a lovely shade of red. “Now, if you would kindly fuck off...”
“He called me a sexy wotsit last week. Twice. So, this is his punishment,” Kate said, and Anthony threw a scowl in her direction. She, of course, ignored it. “And I’m going to eat him later, so he really shouldn’t complain. Though I suggest you turn the music up in a few minutes, Benedict; I get loud when I’m hungry.”
And with a wolfish grin, Kate polished off her wine and placed the empty glass onto the table next to her. Then she was grabbing Anthony’s hand and with a horrified wink in Benedict’s direction, she dragged her boyfriend away from his brother and steered him into the hallway and toward the staircase.
“You’re a bloody menace, Kate” Anthony muttered, though there was amusement in his tone. Turning to look at him, Kate shot him a knowing smile.
“And you are a saucy little wotsit,” she replied, her laughter breathy as she took the steps two at a time. “Now, come on, sweetheart; your Pumpkin’s hungry and in dire need of being filled.”