"You have the worst possible timing," you protest, placing your hands on his chest.
"It's so wonderful to see you too, darling wife," he deadpans, his lips soft and warm, feathering down your neck.
"Benedict," you whine, "you're going to have to stop now, or I will be dragging you upstairs, and as much as we both want that, we will disappoint your whole family if we miss this dinner."
He stops, and you can feel the pout on his face against your skin. He knows you've won.
"Sometimes you are no fun." He grumbles, the affectionate smile as he pulls back betraying his words.
"If you behave now, husband," you whisper, your hands sliding down his jacket to the little peek of waistcoat beneath, "I'll make it worth your while later, I promise."
His eyes dilate, and his breath hitches. "I have the best wife," he murmurs. But before releasing his hold on you, he leans close to your ear. "Contrarily, if you misbehave at dinner, I'll definitely make it worth your while, darling."
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Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton
Fiksi PenggemarOne-shot imagines I have written for Benedict Bridgerton. These are originally published on Tumblr and AO3.
