"He looks like you."
Tilting her head, she gazed at his profile and felt her heart swelling. He was a very good husband and father and an excellent provider. She had gone from having to struggle with her finances to never having to worry about money again. He kept nothing from her.
They discussed everything. She was never going to try and edge his excellent assistant out of her job, but she consulted on several aspects of the business. He included her in his plans, and they would stay up several nights brainstorming.
"I was thinking we should take a trip. We haven't been on one since our honeymoon."
Taking her arm, he steered them away from the cot to sit on a comfortable recliner. The house was settled for the night, and David had finally gone off to bed.
Wrapping her hands around his neck, she tilted her head.
"Where?"
"The Caribbean."
He trailed a finger down her smooth cheek and felt the heat stirring. They had resumed sexual intercourse a week ago and he could not get enough of her. It was so bad that he had to resist the urge to tumble her when she stopped by his office on her way to or from a meeting with the other wives.
"We have an interest in a prime piece of property, one in Jamaica and in the Bahamas."
She quirked a brow at him.
"So, this would in fact be a business trip."
"More pleasure than business."
"All of us?"
"Hmm."
He was rapidly losing interest in the discussion.
"Mother and Eloise could come along as well. Act as babysitters."
"Sounds like a good idea. The Caribbean."
She smiled dreamily.
"Lots of deep blue seas and white sands. Of course I'm going to say yes."
She watched as his eyes changed and knew what was coming.
"Rodney."
"I want you."
His voice had thickened. Tugging at her robe, he parted it to cup her breasts. She had just recently fed her son, and the nipples were still puckered. It was driving him crazy with need.
"Now."
"We're in-"
Her head drifted back and she had to clamp down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Bending his head, he drew the sensitive nipple into his mouth and started suckling. She felt it straight to the core of her. Fingers gripping his thick sable brown hair, she closed her eyes and felt the fire storming her system.
"Not here."
He muttered. Staggering to his feet, with his arms clamped around her, he left their son's nursery and hurried into their suite. Shutting the door, he carried her over to the bed and tumbled her against the pillows. It did not take him long to remove his clothing.
"I'm sorry."
