"How did your interview go?"
"As well as it could, considering the circumstances."
Elizabeth giggled.
"Are you laughing at my expense, future wife?"
"Not at all, future husband. But you look like you are ready to explode."
"Trust me, much as I want to, it is wiser to wait."
"For what, Fitzwilliam?"
Hearing his name from her lips kindled his passion.
"For us to be alone. Like the present."
He kissed her slowly, then sensuously. She pulled away, grinning slyly, when she felt his hardness against her middle.
"Something poked me."
"You teasing minx!"
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"Elizabeth! A word. NOW!"
"Yes, uncle."