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“Additionally, Adam’s room had an absolutely massive bed with a plump feather tick that she knew they would put to good use.

“Shall we christen it now?â€� Adam whispered in her ear, his arms stealing around her from behind in spite of the footmen who were still busy bringing up their luggage. Skimming his lips over her cheek, he playfully caressed her nape in a way that never failed to drive her wild. “I could shoo them all out and lock the door. We wouldn’t even have to take off our clothes, I could just tumble you down and toss up your skirts. What do you say, wife, shall I tup you now, or would you rather wait until later?”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Wicked Delights of a Bridal Bed

“Well, if it’s an order,â€� she said on a gentle tease, warmed by his words in spite of herself. “You know, for such a cerebral man, you certainly have powerful physical appetites.â€�

His lips curved in a seductive smile. “Of course, I do. I’m a Byron, after all. It’s in my blood.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, The Bed and the Bachelor