‘WILL I do, darling?’ Natalie asked as she paraded herself in front of Mike in her electric-blue party dress.

Mike’s dark eyes blazed when they fastened on her cleavage.

‘No,’ he growled. ‘You certainly won’t do. You look much too sexy. Do you realise how many billionaires will be at this party tonight? Chuck told me he’s flying in his super-rich friends from all over the world. There’s sure to be some playboys amongst them who think nothing of seducing other men’s wives.’

‘Ah, but this wife is not in the market to be seduced,’ Natalie purred as she sashayed up to Mike, who was looking pretty yummy himself in the same black dinner suit he’d worn at their wedding. ‘She’s way too satisfied with her husband.’

‘Seduction is not always a matter of sex, Natalie,’ he retorted. ‘And what’s with this darling business?’

She reached up on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on his mouth. ‘You don’t like it?’

‘I didn’t say that. But it isn’t quite you. It sounds…superficial.’

That was because he didn’t realise she meant it, Natalie thought as she turned away and walked over to where she’d put her earrings. He was her darling. Her darling, and, with a bit of luck, the father of her baby.

And what will you do if you have fallen pregnant? Natalie wondered as she slipped her earrings into her lobes. Tell him, or just leave him without saying a word about it?

It would depend, she supposed, on how their relationship developed once they moved beyond the honeymoon phase.

But for now that honeymoon phase was exactly where they were at, and she was loving every delicious, decadent moment. Mike’s need for sex with her still bordered on insatiable, his lovemaking ranging from slow and sensual to fast and furious. He couldn’t seem to get enough, his desire often inflamed by what she was wearing. Or not wearing.

Her new wardrobe had been a fantastic success, especially the wicked black bikini Alanna had insisted she buy, and which she’d worn by the pool this morning. Mike hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. He’d been very impatient to get her back to the cabin, supposedly to change for lunch. The shower they’d had together had been rather long. He’d also loved the tight white Capri pants she’d worn for lunch, then lounging on deck afterwards, if the glitter in his eyes had been anything to go by. Though it was probably the skimpy red midriff top that had turned him on again, the one she’d worn with a bra.