The master bedroom suite, not at all to her surprise, was as wide open and sumptuously furnished as the living room. It had a bookcase and another wall of windows, and marble walls. Into one wall a 60-inch television and a gas fireplace were set.
Opposite these were a bed larger than king-size; it looked big enough for three people.
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“Oh, Ken,” she sighed deeply under him.
“Sammie,” he whispered on top of her. “Beautiful Sammie. So beautiful.”
And they were quiet, still, and contented for a while.
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It was only Ken’s need to go downstairs to the corporate offices that got them out of bed. He invited her to join him in the shower before he dressed—and she actually turned him down. “Bad idea, with you needing to get back to work.”
He cocked an eyebrow mischievously at her. “Are you insinuating that I, who run a mutli-billion-dollar company, don’t have any discipline?”
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Samantha grinned crookedly back at him while slipping into a robe that she’d packed. Pointing to a critical part of his anatomy, she answered, “I’m saying there’s one part of you that doesn’t have the same discipline as the rest of you.”
Ken mock-frowned back at her. “You know me too well, damnit.”
“We’ve been getting acquainted a lot,” she said.
Pretending to be miffed, but reflecting her crooked grin back at her, he stomped away to the master bath just off the master bedroom suite. “You know I’ll be getting you in the shower,” he said as he went. “And the bathtub. And in the sauna. And…”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she sighed at him while digging in her travel bag for her slippers. She flopped back down on that huge bed, pulled on her slippers, and shut her eyes at the sound of the shower coming on. Behind her closed eyes she saw Ken stepping into the water and lathering up that body she was enjoying so much, and cursed herself a bit for appealing to his businesslike discipline. She leaned back onto the side of the bed that he had occupied only a moment ago and felt the last of his warmth on the bedspread. And his words came back to her: …I hope it takes a good long time to get you pregnant. Samantha could not have agreed more.