Contrite & Convicted

A Bee In Your Bonnet Part I

A Bee In Your Bonnet Part I

Country air indeed clears the mind and invigorates the body. Might this be the final gust that pushes the viscount over the precipice of a proposal? Or will the viscountess be quick to stand in the way of a potential mistress? This author has many questions in regards to the nature of such an enduring invitation.

Of course the luckless souls remaining in town will have to find new diversions in the absence of their most precious stones and entertaining family.

A deep moan filled the room, as one Viscount Anthony Bridgerton was left on his knees. His beautiful wife spilled in front of him like silks at the stores his mother frequented. Her legs spread wide, with a taunting look in her eyes as he pumped inside her once more.

"Faster."

She cried out, gripping the cotton on his sleeves. He peppered her sweet vanilla skin with kisses. Kisses so intense they brought her to the precipice of serenity.Anthony, pleased to fulfill his wife's wishes, slammed harder, faster and deeper into the minx across from him.

A loud scream from the two of them, then a grunt from pleasure was the end of their moment. Climaxes reached between the two of them as he slumped onto her shoulder. He was out of breath, panting, wondering;

What on Earth he had done for her to warrant such a welcome surprise.

"Fuck woman. You'll be the death of me." Ester let out a breathy laugh. It was true, Ester had been set on one goal the moment Anthony made the mention of Aubrey Hall. Almost every memory here at Aubrey Hall for Anthony (as well as Ester) was not pleasant.

Which was why it stunned her core so that he offered to host an event--a long event here. Inviting the woman who was a snake in their marriage...well...not marriage you could say.

"Is it so wrong for a lady to want her husband? I guess I could find my needs taken care of elsewhere. After all there are no legal binds holding me back." Anthony growled into her neck.A shiver went up her spine and to her toes.

"You think I'd let you leave through the door? Some other man touch you? You must be mad." Ester smiled and after the awkwardness of their newfound physical separation, she fixed her skirts and Anthony's coat jacket to perfection.

"Of all things, this was not how I imagined our arrival at Aubrey Hall." Ester looked out the front door--which was still wide open-- and thought it was a good thing they both arrived earlier than the rest of their family. Their twins are already with Mar somewhere to take a nap.

"We probably should see to the servants so they are ready for your Mother and the rest of you Bridgertons to arrive. As well as the Sharma's, Lady Danbury, Band and Daphne." Anthony smiled and gave his wife a fat kiss on the lips.

"Wife or no wife, you're mine forever." Ester smiled and tucked herself into his arms for a warm embrace. For some reason, their intimacy was at its peak since Ester discovered the clause in their marriage contract. Was it the looming scandal in the air? Was it just a good month? Ester didn't know and frankly didn't care. This was the honeymoon feelings they never got.

"Are you going to give me a proper tour or am I to be left wandering around?" Anthony raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you been here at least a dozen times?" Ester grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.

"I just wanted to make sure I knew where your room was....the nights at Aubrey Hall are rather chilling." Anthony let out a loud laugh at Ester's attempt at another round but he simply didn't have the energy!