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"We'll have another one to come in for the night shift next week," Lukas told his wife. "In the meantime, Julie will be able to take over from here. Am I correct?"
The nanny cheerfully affirmed this, and her husband then added, "If you hear my wife scream, rest assured it is not because I'm trying to kill her."
Betsy was mortified at the warning. "Lukas!"
Julie, however, was grinning. "Yes, sir."
"Or maybe I am," Lukas mused, "since the French also call it the little—-"
Betsy hastily clapped a hand over her husband's mouth and kept it covered until they reached his bedroom.
"You deliberately—-"
But he had already tossed her into his huge, huge bed, and Betsy forgot what she had to say as soon as the thrilling weight of his powerful body settled over hers.
In seconds, they were both panting, impatience and need causing her fingers to fumble as she unbuttoned his shirt and for Lukas to bite back an expletive as he struggled with unzipping the back of her gown.
She so badly wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, and she could only moan when it was the muscular heat of his chest finally pressing against her swollen breasts.
Yes, yes, yes.
It was all she could think about as her hands restlessly roamed over the sculpted curves of her husband's body. Every inch of him was pure bronzed perfection, and a mixture of helpless need and wonder engulfed her senses at the thought that from this day forward, Lukas was hers and only hers.
She had never been the type to be possessive, but she only had to imagine another woman laying a hand on any part of her husband's body, and—-
"Will you promise me one thing?"
The unexpected tremor in his wife's voice had Lukas abruptly forgetting the demands of his own body, and he immediately turned her face up to his. "What is it?" he asked tautly. "If it's in my power to grant, it's yours—-"
"Promise me you'll only be mine."
Lukas' chest tightened at the way Betsy choked the words out while looking at him like his next words could make or break her.
Everything, he thought again.
Everything he had once thought was true—-
Everything he had thought he knew about women—-
Everything was wrong except for her.
"I promise." He caught her hand and placed it over his heart. "Even if the day comes that you shun the sight of me, I will still and always be yours."
A sob escaped Betsy at the words he had given her. Would it always, always be like this with him? Every time she asked him for a drop, would he always give her an entire ocean?
"Are you even real?" she asked shakily.
"You tell me."
He whispered the words in her ear, and a shiver rocked her body at the heat of his breath caressing her skin.
"Does that feel real to you?"
She had no chance to answer. No chance to even think with his mouth already trailing all the way down until he was nuzzling the valley between her breasts while gently palming both globes of flesh.
"What about this?"
Her back curved up against as he suddenly pinched both of her nipples.
