Hampstead, with not only their own garden, but a huge heath nearby, on which they would soon be able to take their son or daughter in a big, old-fashioned pram.
‘Are you?’
Her soft voice broke into his thoughts and he stirred lazily as he met her questioning look. ‘Am I what?’
‘Happy.’
He smiled as he placed a hand over her still-flat belly and looked up into her shining eyes. ‘I love you, Jess Sarantos,’ he said. ‘I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone and you’re now my wife. Does that answer your question?’
‘It does,’ she murmured and gave a contented little wriggle as he continued to stroke her belly with that same seductive, circular movement. She closed her eyes. ‘Mmm. That’s nice. Any ideas about what you’d like to do today?’
‘More of the same,’ he said, his husky words made indistinct by the lazy pressure of his kiss. ‘Just more of the same.’
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Read on for an extract from A TASTE OF SIN by Maggie Cox.
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