“Yes,” Joanna said, getting to her feet. “And if you agree to follow them, I suggest we go upstairs and start working on making a baby.”

Addison let out a snort. “We don’t have the right equipment.”

Joanna leaned down, drawing her tongue across Addison’s lips before she looked her in the eye. “We’ll improvise,” she said in a breath.

***

“Do you want a boy or a girl?”

Surprised by the question, Addison laughed as she rolled onto her side. “I don’t know,” she said, reaching up to brush away a few strands of hair clinging to Joanna’s face. “I suppose a boy, to carry on the name.”

“You’re carrying on the name,” Joanna said, tugging up the sheet when she noticed where Addison’s focus was riveted.

“True,” Addison said, raising her eyes to meet Joanna’s. “But unless we can guarantee our daughter is a lesbian, a boy is a safer bet.”

“It’s more than carrying on the name.”

“I know it is,” Addison said, frowning. “But you asked me a question, and I answered it honestly.”

“Okay,” Joanna said, looking down at the sheets. “So, I have another question.”

“All right?”

“Last week when you worked so late and...and had to stay at the hotel—”

“I know where this is going,” Addison said as she propped herself up on her elbow. “I didn’t know I married such a jealous wench.”

“Well, if I’m going to have your baby—”

“Joanna, I haven’t seen her in months, and, as a matter of fact, the agreement with the hotel is coming due, and I was thinking about not extending it.”

“Really?” Joanna squeaked.

“Yes, really.”

Joanna could not contain her smile, and doing a slow slide with her eyes, she stopped their advance when Addison’s breasts came into view. Letting out a sensual purr, Joanna pushed Addison onto her back and then climbed on top. “So...you don’t want anyone else in your bed?” she asked, placing her leg between Addison’s.

“Can’t you tell?” Addison said knowing the evidence of her arousal was now coating Joanna’s well-placed knee.

A devilish gleam appeared in Joanna’s eyes, and licking her lips, she slowly slid herself downward. “I think I need a closer look.”

Addison let out a sigh as she felt Joanna’s hair on her belly, and with each butterfly kiss Joanna bestowed on her skin, Addison felt her libido lurch. Closing her eyes, the air rushed from her lungs when she felt Joanna’s hands on her bottom, lifting her ever so slightly...for a better view.

Although Joanna had yet to follow suit, a Brazilian wax was definitely on her to-do list. With no curls blocking her view or errant strands to tickle her tongue, Joanna was about to take pleasure in tasting her wife. Slow...delirious...pleasure.