Alfred:

Tell Sam to meet me, Leora. I don't want my great-grandchild to be born out of wedlock. Before many things I can no longer enjoy. Speed up your marriage.

"Sam," Beatrice sighed. How could she concentrate while Sam teased her with the tip of his tongue? Occasionally, she felt a small bite there. Wasn't the man satisfied with leaving various marks all over her body?

"Why?" Sam innocently asked, as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Just wait. Let me reply to Grandfather's message first."

Sam grinned, kissing the nape of Beatrice's neck more eagerly. Wearing a very thin-strapped camisole that he could easily tear apart so that his...