‘But…’
‘No buts, John. Mum’s staying the night with our babies and we’re staying the night in the honeymoon suite.’
‘The honeymoon suite!’
Her shrug was carefree. ‘Money doesn’t buy you happiness, John, but it does buy you the opportunity for pleasure. If you recall, we haven’t had any sex for at least a week.’
‘Mmm. Yes. I did notice. You said you were too tired every night.’
‘I lied. I was just making sure you’d be totally unable to resist me tonight.’
He shook his head at her. ‘You are a devious woman.’
‘And you are a magnificent lover.’
‘Flattery won’t get you anywhere.’
‘That’s what I thought. So, just to make sure, I left off my underwear.’
He stared at her, then smiled a wicked smile. ‘You do realise I’ll make you have dinner first.’
She smiled. ‘Want to bet on that?’
He grinned. ‘But of course.’
He won.
Nine months later a boy was born. They called him Harry, after John’s grandfather.
About the Author
MIRANDA LEE is Australian, and lives near Sydney. Born and raised in the bush, she was boarding-school-educated, and briefly pursued a career in classical music before moving to Sydney and embracing the world of computers. Happily married, with three daughters, she began writing when family commitments kept her at home. She likes to create stories that are believable, modern, fast-paced and sexy. Her interests include meaty sagas, doing word puzzles, gambling and going to the movies.
