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Jacob slipped his arm around Honoria’s waist and gave her a gentle squeeze, as if sensing her emotion. She looked up at him and smiled.
“She has a talent, that’s for certain,” she said quietly.
“I’m not surprised,” he murmured. “Our children are all very talented.” His hand moved to rest on her slightly rounded stomach, cradling it gently.
At their feet, Robbie bobbed his head in time with the music, one boot tapping the rhythm as he sprawled comfortably against Honoria’s skirts.
When the final note faded, the room held a moment of silence—then erupted into applause. Elise took Rosie’s hand, and the two girls stood to bow toward their audience.
“Excellent! Excellent!” Honoria called. “Just perfect.”
“Well done!” Jacob praised.
“Play something cheery now!” Robbie shouted, jumping to his feet.
Elise grinned and launched into a lively country tune, the sort played at village fairs. Robbie spun toward Honoria and offered his hand with mock solemnity. “Milady, may I have this dance?”
She laughed. “With pleasure, sir.”
He tugged her into a clumsy dance. Jacob lifted Rosie and placed her gently on his boots, holding her hands as they swayed and stumbled in rhythm.
Elise kept playing, her fingers dancing across the keys. Laughter filled the room.
As they spun past the doorway, Honoria spotted Mrs. Clarke hovering there, a small smile on her lips.
“Mrs. Clarke! Come, join us!” Honoria called out.
The housekeeper chuckled. “I came to say that Master Robbie’s shower bath is ready for him.”
“Oh, excellent!” Robbie immediately let go of Honoria’s hand and skipped out of the room, calling over his shoulder, “Apologies, but I must run before the water gets cold!”
Honoria laughed. Jacob bent and scooped Rosie up with one arm, offering the other to Honoria. “Shall we dance, my dear?”
Honoria grinned and joined them in the dance.
From the piano bench, Elise called out, “When will I get my shower-bath, Uncle?”
“And me!” Rosie added, giggling in Jacob’s arms.
Jacob laughed. “Very soon, I promise.”
Looking at her happy family, Honoria felt a wave of emotion rising, tears threatening to spill. This had been happening more often—her moods swinging from one extreme to the next.
Jacob noticed at once. His hand steadied her waist. “Are you well?”
She nodded, smiling through the tears. “The happiest I’ve ever been.”
Epilogue
Two Years Later…
The music was loud, covering the sound of people laughing, talking, and singing. Candlelight flickered, shadows dancing across the wall. Luckily, Jacob wasn’t in the ballroom itself—he was hidden in a tiny alcove, with only a single line of light illuminating Honoria’s features as she licked his cock from base to tip with fervor.
“Mmm…” she moaned, then gripped him tightly at the base and circled the head with her mouth.
Jacob’s head fell back, thudding against the wall, his fingers tightening in her hair, wrapping her locks around his fist so he could guide her just the way he liked it.
She moved her mouth up and down his length, driving him wild.
