She didn’t even look at the bedroom when she got to it. She didn’t have the chance to, since he immediately backed her onto his dark-gray bedding and started peeling off her clothes.

Sex with Mr. Perfect was, in a word, perfect. He’d clearly been paying attention when she’d told him her favorite positions, and she was delightfully correct about his oral fixation. She’d honestly never fit so well with anyone. As she slowly drifted back down to earth after a mind-blowing orgasm, she lay on his chest. He tightened his arms around her. “That was…” he said, voice trailing off.

She leaned up onto her elbow and grinned. “I told you you’d be speechless.”

“You weren’t kidding. That exceeded my expectations. By a very large margin. Here’s your merit increase.” He pinched her bottom.

She yelped and then tickled him in retribution. After a few minutes of scuffle, she decided it was probably a good idea to get off him so they could clean up in the bathroom.

She settled back onto his chest afterward and yawned. “I could fall asleep here, but we should really go see what kind of destruction Potato has unleashed in his crate.”

He nodded. “There’ll be plenty of time for you to fall asleep on me later.” He paused. “You know, I held you in my arms when you were three days old.”

“I’m not sure where you’re going with this, Rohan, but it’s kind of gross so far. I was an infant.”

He laughed, tightening his arms. “What I was going to say is, you cried too much, and I didn’t want to hold you, but our parents forced me to. Then you fell asleep and I was stuck there on the sofa because the adults didn’t want to move you. Life takes strange turns, because now I want to hold you here forever. You’re the only one I want to hold like this.”

“And Potato.”

“Right. You and Potato.”

“Darcy will get jealous.”

“Okay, you, Potato, and Darcy.”

“Also, I mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t want kids, but we have nephews, you know. I think Shelina is trying for another one. Plus, Tim and Jerome are talking about—”

“You are trouble, Kamila Hussain.”

“I’m your trouble.”

He squeezed her tighter. “Yes, my trouble.” He kissed her gently. “Forever and—”

“Always.” She let herself get lost in his kiss again.

Recipes

Author Farah Heron shares two great recipes for your own Bollywood party night.

Chicken Biryani for Beginners

Serves 6–8