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Kate was a fairly smart woman, and could almost always tell when the men in her life was up to something. And normally they were always up to something. Having two sons, and a father who loved to take them on adventures, meant that they often were into mischief.

This morning however, they actually surprised her! Kate had slightly woken when Anthony left the bed, but hadn't fully awakened until she heard the door open. It was but moments after she opened her eyes that the three most beloved boys shouted surprise!

Being a mother wasn't what she had once thought would be her fate. Being a lord's wife either. However, in the end she knew the world had plan (as she once told Anthony on that stormy night). And this had been the plan for her.

Kate's eyed widened at the sight and her lips a parted with a joyous smile as she sat up against the head board. "Oh my dears!" She exclaimed, and watch them bring the breakfast and tea closer. Miles, who had been helping a very low walking Anthony, let go of the tray and trotted over to the bed. Lifting him into her arms and onto her lap, Kate asked "What have we here?"

When Anthony grew near, she looked up at him with a knowing smile. The boys were wonderful, but she knew this wasn't their idea. While they had been forced to wed, she felt so grateful for that bee now.

For a moment, the only thing she could hear was her own breathing, and the only thing she could feel was the sharp edge of pleasure. As the world begin to come back to her she smiled, feeling Anthony's face resting on her should, Her fingers brushed his hair back in a smoothing manner, as his fingers kept touching her. Each stroke bringing little smaller trembles of the aftermath.

He asked toward her care, and Kate's heart swelled. "None," she assumed him in a whisper, a tender moment passing between husband and wife. Leaning in to lightly kiss his lips. "Now that you have returned to me, everything is perfect." He was home, and everything was in deed perfect.

She looked down over him and laughed softly. "Anthony you are stilled dressed!" While it wasn't shocking, it was different and Kate found she liked the idea that he couldn't wait long enough to undress himself. That he needed her as much as she needed him.

Finally. Finally. Finally! Gasping as he pulled her up, Kate assumed he was removing the dress, but what came next surprised her and made her realized that she was not quite as experienced as she believed. Shame on Anthony for not showing her this sooner.

He did not even remove his trousers! Just lowered them and pulled her on to his lap. Kate groaned a soft whine as her own weight made him reach deeper inside of her. A shiver slipped from the bottom of her spine to the top of her shoulders as it had been a month since he filled her. Now he was buried deep inside her and she was having trouble catching her breath from the very heightened passion she felt. Yes, she liked this.

She opened her lips to speak, but a sigh came out in two broken sounds. Oh! She'd missed the feeling of him inside her! "This is what before of marrying a rake," she teased in a breathless sound--though while that had been her biggest complaint of him at first, they both knew she was reaping the befits of it now. Just as they both knew it wasn't a complaint.

She put her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself into him, which in turn made her rise up a little, before dropping down over him and letting him sink deeper. Looking up a little surprised, she grinned before doing it again, and again. Yes. Kate Bridgerton liked this a lot.

For all their differances, there was some things they had in common. One such thing was how much they both enjoyed her breast--for Anthony it was touching them, or sucking them--and for Kate it was when Anthony touched them, pulled at them, sucked them in to mouth. So when Anthony turned her and cupped her breast while her back was to him, Kate moaned softly.

"My husband taught me how anticipation could make things better." In bed, and out of it. Mostly in bed. "I do not mind the anticipation since I know I will get what I want in the end." Turning her face so that she could kiss his lips in a slow kiss. "My husband." Another slow kiss. "Inside me." Another slow kiss. "Making me feel as only he can."

Kate reached for his hand that was on her breast, and moved it to the seam that was in the middle. Starting from her collar bone, and going down. She knew that if he used both hands to pull it apart, the thin string used to sew it would snap under his strength.

His tone, his words, his face! They only made the humor rise up in her, and her face glowed with happiness, and amusement. He used his hands to pull at the top, and told her that he needed to inspect what she purchased for now on. "That will start the gossip mill. Imagine Lady Whistledown gleefully sharpening her quill over Anthony Bridgerton and his war on his wife's clothes."

When he moved to use his teeth, Kate's head feel back with an open mouth laugh. Her fingers came up to his cheeks as she held him and tried to keep her skin from his bite. It didn't take her best of thinkers to know that this fabric would only be good for scrubbing after Anthony was through with her.

She really aught to take pity on him and tell him how to open the dress, but where was the fun in that? Anthony could use a bit of a challenge, and she knew that once he found a way to get the dress open that the arrogant husband would make an appearance--and she like arrogant Anthony too.

It took little time for Anthony to move them toward their room. His fingers moved to his buttons, and Kate's own fingers tangled into his as she tried to help him, the need to feel his skin under her fingers rising with each moment. Anthony carried her to bed, and Kate knew that soon her would look to unlace the dress.

While he worked on his boots, her fingers pulled his shirt open one button at a time. Her fingers running over his newly exposed skin. Without pulling his shirt off, her hands slipped between his shirt and his back, needing to feel every inch him. His skin smooth and hard at the same time, and the contrast was so Anthony. Maybe other men had the same but for Kate there was only Anthony.

Her fingers trailed down his back, and over his britches to feel his backside. Something she had only recently come to be bold enough to touch freely in bed. One had moved to his side, to hold on at his ribs, while the other trailed up to seek out his hair.