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Again she’s silent as she contemplates what I’ve said.

“Of course, the only way anything happens with your story is if you want it to. I’m only suggesting that it could be a great film. I’m not saying it has to be.”

“So you won’t be disappointed if I don’t want to do it?”

“Nope. As always, I want you to be happy. If it makes you unhappy to pursue it, then it won’t happen.”

“How would it work if I were interested?”

“First, we’d buy the rights to your story, which would give you that financial independence you’re so fond of.”

“Most people are fond of being financially independent.”

Smiling at her predictably saucy reply, I continue. “Next, we’d hire a screenwriter to put the story together. Once we have a script that you and I approve of, then we get busy making it happen.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not. It’s a long and involved process to take something from idea to the big screen, but it’s also an exciting and energizing process.”

“I can see that you’re excited by the possibility.”

“I am excited. Since the idea came to me the other day, it’s been constantly on my mind. That’s usually a good sign to me that I’m on to something. But as I said, it would be totally up to you.”

“And no hard feelings if I choose not to go there?”

“Seriously, Nat? I could never have hard feelings where you’re concerned.”

“Seems to me you have hard feelings frequently where I’m concerned.”

Her comment makes me laugh. “Very funny. But all kidding aside, I’ve got avalanching piles of scripts and potential projects on desks in three offices. I’ll find something else that interests me. Don’t worry about that.”

“I’d like to think about it.”

“Take all the time you need, and feel free to say no. I promise that if you do, that’ll be the end of it.” I reach for her and bring her onto my lap because I need to hold her right now. “If you’re at all interested, it’s something you should consider very carefully. By now you have a better idea of the kind of attention it would generate and whether or not you can handle that. I’ve already asked so much of you. I don’t want this to be another thing you feel you have to do for me. This is about you and sharing your incredible story with the world. It’s yours to tell or not tell, and that will always be the case.”

“I appreciate that you find my story compelling enough to even consider something like this.”

“It’s an incredibly compelling story. I’d love to tell the whole world how lucky I am to be married to you.”

She smiles and kisses me. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, then. You and I have a hot date tonight, and we need to get ready.”

“Get ready how?”

“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”





Chapter 13





Apparently, “getting ready” to go to the club involves a shower with my husband, during which he lifts me, props my back against the wall and takes me hard and fast as the steam rises around us.

“I’ve wanted to f*ck you in the shower again since the first time we did it,” he whispers in my ear as he pounds into me.

“You do some of your best work vertically.”

He laughs and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to make you come.”

“Where else have you wanted to do it?” I manage to ask.

The hands that are gripping my bottom tighten and spread my cheeks apart. “Here.”

The thought of it makes my entire body tingle. “So you’ve said.”

“I had another dream.”

I open my eyes and find him watching me, gauging my reaction.

“Will you tell me about it?”

“After I make you come.”

“Mmm, hurry.”

That I’m curious and eager to hear about his dream seems to spark something in him, and he picks up the pace, driving into me repeatedly until we’re both coming. He holds me close to him for several minutes before easing me back down to stand on wobbly legs.

We get out of the shower and dry off. I’m reaching for a robe when he takes my hand and leads me to our bed. He lifts the covers. “In.”

“I thought we were going out.”

“We are. Later.”

“Okay…” I get into bed, and he follows me. We come together in the middle, arms and legs wrapped around each other in a routine that has become wonderfully familiar to me. I can’t remember what life was like before I got to sleep in his arms every night. But we’re not sleeping now, and judging by the fiery heat I see in his eyes, we’re not going out for a while either. “Tell me. I want to know what you dreamed about.”

“We were at the club. We’d been working up to this moment for weeks. Everyone was there to watch. You’re bent over the spanking bench, and I’ve used my paddle. Your ass is hot and red, and your * is so wet, it’s running down your legs.”

I squirm to get closer to him. Even though he came not even ten minute ago, he’s hard again. His hand cups my ass to bring me in tight against him, his finger dipping between my cheeks.