Chapter 19

That night, I knocked on Niamh’s bedroom door and waited. It felt so reminiscent of our wedding night that I almost expected her to tell me to go away.

This time, though, she opened the door and leaned against the mantel with a questioning look. She was wearing a nightgown and nothing else, the silk strap falling down her shoulder. Her hair was down; it had grown nearly to her waist since we’d married. I wanted to wrap it around my hands as I plunged inside her.

“Did you need something?” She was smiling a little.

“You,” I said simply.

“Well, that’s very to the point.” She glanced over her shoulder at her bed. “I was reading a book, you know. I was just about to get to the part where they bone.”

I wrapped an arm around her waist. “You could get a good boning right now.”

She laughed. “Trés romantique!”

“Did you want romance? I can go send Laurent for a bouquet of flowers. Champagne, chocolates, the works.”

“Have you ever sent him to get you a box of condoms? Now I’m curious.”

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