Tiffany Clare: The Surrender of a Lady

He held the trousers out to her, but she didn’t take them. Jinan stepped close enough to place a kiss on his lips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her belly a strange, welcome bulge between them.

“I’ve loved you all my life, Griff. Don’t forget that. At least we found each other in the end. Now come to bed and nurse me for the rest of the day. I think the doctor prescribed a good gamahuche to relieve this excess feeling trembling through my veins.”

He smiled at his wife, bending down so she could put her legs in her opened trousers. “I do recall something about that in the doctor’s orders. Shall I carry you upstairs or are you able to flee before I can pounce again?”

She laughed and raced for the door. He gave her enough time to unlock it before he was hot on her trail. Life really couldn’t be better than this. He had the wife he’d always wanted, a son, and another baby on the way. He caught her just as she reached the bedchamber, slipped in behind her, locked the door, and did exactly what the doctor had prescribed.