–Laura–
There are few things in this fleeting, scandalously sweet life that could rival the pleasure of lazing in bed with my husband after our wedding night. Not even champagne fountains or diamond-studded tiaras could compare to the warmth of his arms and the delicious ache of knowing he is mine. We were careful, though. Not the kind of wild, tangled, ruinous passion that leaves bruises in places polite company shouldn't mention—no, not yet. I had other tricks up my sleeve for him, delicate little surprises… and some that hummed quietly in the nightstand drawer.
