“You’re only thirty-four?” She opened her mouth in mock surprise. “That’s very young for such an important lord in Parliament. So much younger than I assumed you were.” Shaking her head at me as if she were still in disbelief, she smirked and said, “I put you at around forty-five when I first met you—”

I cut off her ridiculous teasing with some much needed tickling until she shrieked a bit more loudly than I think she meant to. I didn’t care how much she teased me though, if she was laughing and happy, then bring it on. “Forty-five! Really, kitten, that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it? Forty-fucking-five my arse.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist, my dear, ancient, Lord Rothvale, you left yourself wide open on that one. I’ll probably take advantage of every opening you give me in the future, so best prepare yourself.” She looked so beautiful laughing up at me, her long hair spread out wildly on the pillow, the moonlight filtering over her body just enough that I could see her in all her naked splendor. All my mind could process was how good it felt to hear her talking about the future… of us.

“As long as you promise to be here with me, I promise to give you lots and lots of opportunities in future, kitten. Your youthful presence will make me appear younger than I am, and I’ll give it my best effort to meet your every need and keep you happy, even in my advanced years.”

She giggled and placed a kiss upon my cheek. “I think you’ll manage just fine if your recent performance is any indication of the stamina your aged body can do.”

“That good, huh?” I grinned and raised my eyebrows at her.

“Have you heard me complaining about your sexual prowess, Lord Rothvale?”

“Not yet, but the night is still young. I could work on it some more just to make sure I’ve satisfied you thoroughly if you wish.” She put a finger to her lips like she was thinking about it, still having far too much fun at my expense for me to let her off the hook entirely. When the opportunity presented, I’d enjoy delivering a well-placed spanking with my hand to her very pretty arse. “Shall I go to my room and get the condoms, so we’re prepared this time?”

She shook her head and grinned saucily. “You don’t have to use them, I told you already.”

“Well, I may be ancient by your standards, but I’m still capable of impregnating you at my great age of thirty-four years. Everything’s in working order, Miss Hargreave, I assure you.”

“Okay, I’m sensing some insecurity now. Did I do that? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings with my teasing,” she said, making a sad face. “My dear, sexy, Lord Rothvale, does it help for you to know that I think you are extremely hot for thirty-four or otherwise?” She put her hand to my cheek. “Or that I don’t think thirty-four is even old? Or that you’re the handsomest lord I’ve ever known—well, you’re the only lord I’ve ever known personally—or seen on television or in a news article? Or that I love how you wear your hair long?” She kissed the edge of my mouth and spoke very close to my lips. “You are nothing like those old lords in Parliament. You can shoot an arrow like a Greek god and you fuck like one too… and you are unbelievably beautiful to me while doing both of those things. You’re a man of many talents, but even so, you still won’t impregnate me if you don’t use a condom.”