It seems danger is never far away for Richard Peterson, the son of an ex-CIA agent, and his new bride, Megan, a billionaire heiress.
All they wanted is a nice, perfect, romantic honeymoon—every newlywed’s dream of celebrating love and intimacy in seclusion.
Instead, they get kidnapped, imprisoned, shot at, (almost) fed to the sharks, ejected from a plane, and chased from one country to another with a pile of dead bodies on their trail!
But that’s not to say they can’t find innovative, creative ways to squeeze in some lovin’ lovin’ in between the death-defying, crime-solving moments of their adventurous journey, can they?
After all, it’s still “technically” their honeymoon.
Now, if they can only get rid of the bad guys who kept demanding from them something they don’t have, which led to the discovery of a family secret that was kept hidden for many years, maybe. . . just maybe. . . they get to have the honeymoon they deserve.
Richard had kept his promise. He had been gentle with her all through the night, caressing her slowly, unhurriedly, expressing his immense love for her in ways she’d never imagined, taking her to elevated pinnacles of deliriously ecstatic rhapsody over and over and over again.
“I saw that.”
Interrupted from his thoughts, he found her already wide awake beside her. Her tousled, tangled hair was mapped on the pillow, her face all at once sultry and childish, making her more beautiful than ever.
“You saw what?” He turned his face and body sideways to her, his right arm encircling her bare waist under the blanket as he looked down on her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You were smiling smugly.”
Without batting an eyelash, he quipped, “I was just thinking how hard you whiplashed me last night.”
She slapped his exposed chest. “You’re such a jerk! Are you going to tease me with that forever?”
“You betcha! And there’s nothing you can do about it.” Laughing, he caught her hand and placed a playful kiss on her palm as he continued teasing her. “So, tell me. When did you finish reading all the books on Fifty Shades?”
She pinched his side as she chuckled, her cheeks reddening. “Stop it, will you?”
“Admit it. You were curious.”
“Of course, I was.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, okay. I read the first book. But I didn’t read all of them.”
“Sure.” He smirked.