Page 70 of A Hero Comes Home

“My lipstick?”

“Nope. Your tongue. I win again. Woot-woot!”

“I suspect I’ve been set up here.”

“Fair is fair,” he said. “Okay, lift your dress so that your bare butt is sitting on the leather seat, and spread your legs.”

“That’s two things.”

“Just spread then.”

She did.

“How does that feel?”

“What do you think?”

“Sexy?” he remarked hopefully.

“I spy something black,” she said, declining to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was getting turned on.

But he knew. “Something black, huh? The dashboard,” he guessed.

“Nope.”

“My eyebrows.”

“Nope.”

“My eye patch?”

“No, no, no!”

“You win that one. What’s your poison, sweetheart?”

“Okay, in the almost nine years we’ve been married, we must have made love hundreds of times.”

“Thousands,” he corrected.

She gave him a frown of reprimand for interrupting. “Okay, which one of those thousands sticks in your mind?”

He didn’t even hesitate before saying, “The first time we made love after Matt was born. We’d just moved into our own home, and it felt special.”

“I’m surprised. I thought you would say some of the more perverted things you talked me into doing . . .”

“I don’t recall anything perverted.”

“Like that vibrator thingee you bought in Dubai.”

“I forgot about that.” He grinned.

“Or I expected you would go for some unusual position.”

“Unlike now when I can bend my body in only a few directions.”

“I was thinking more like that ridiculous wheelbarrow nonsense.”

“Hey, that was fun.”