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His daughter-in-law was the best thing that had ever happened to both of them, since his beloved wife had died five years ago.Blake had been responsible for spoiling his son, mainly because he looked so much like his mother. Beau had inherited her incredible beauty, having the same shade of thick blonde hair and emerald, green eyes.

The only thing the boy had taken from him was his imposing height. Beau had been allowed to roam free and do whatever the hell he wanted. His mother’s death had taken a drastic toll on him and sent him into a tailspin.

The boy had acted out by partying too hard and changing women every other week. He had gotten so out of control that Blake had despaired of him ever settling down and taking his rightful place at the company.

But within weeks of meeting Georgiana, he had made a three sixty-degree turn, something that still amazed Blake.

“How is she?”

Blake knew of Georgie’s obsession with having children and realized that it was taking a toll on the marriage.

“She says she’s fine.” Beau’s eyes drifted to his wife and as if by telepathy, Georgie lifted her head, and their eyes met across the room. The familiar electric current sizzled between them, even at that distance.

Blowing them both kisses, she returned to her captive audience.

“She looks fine.”

“Yes.” Beau finished the rest of the champagne and put the glass away. “She is talking about IVF.”

Blake stared at his son sharply, a frown touching his brow.

“Does she feel pressured to produce an heir?”

Beau shook his head impatiently. He did not relish talking about something that was so private, not even with his dad. “She knows I am willing to wait. It’s her. She sees her sisters with their children and thinks she is the odd one out. Nothing I say to her matters. She is dead set on it.”

“It can be risky.”

“What isn’t?” Snagging another glass of champagne, he took a healthy swallow and wished for something stronger. “But you know my wife. She is stubborn as hell and whenever she gets dead set on anything, well- she never lets it go. Like a dog with a damn bone.”

“She is so tiny.”

“That’s what’s worrying me. I would die if anything happened to her.”

Blake stared at his son and could not believe it was the same young man he was familiar with. He had had his doubts aboutthe marriage lasting even this long. Beau was certainly not one to be committed.

But even the blind could see that he was head over heels in love with his wife. There were several of his bed partners dotting the room, giving him longing glances, but he didn’t even notice. He had eyes only for one woman.

“And nothing will,” Blake told him firmly. “Now go and dance with that beautiful wife of hers before it’s time to make the speech.”

*****

He loved watching her nightly ritual. He would change out of his clothes and toss them carelessly on a flat surface and spend a pleasurable time staring at her. She was seated in front of the vanity mirror, brushing her dark brown hair.

She had changed into a thin black see-through robe that left nothing to the imagination, and he felt his desire stirring thickly.

“You are making me uncomfortable.”

“Can you imagine how I am feeling?” he drawled. Stacking his hands behind his head, he sent her a smoldering look that was designed to make her hot. “How much longer?”

“Why so impatient?” They played this game almost every night and the results were the same. She would slip off her robe and walk toward him slowly, building the momentum, until it felt like he was about to go crazy.

“Does this answer your question?” Releasing one hand, he cupped himself, drawing her avid eyes to the thick length.

Her mouth went dry, and the hand holding the brush became unsteady.

“You don’t play fair. I am not finished," she accused him hoarsely.

“I think you are." His fingers drifted to the reddened tip. “I need you.”

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