The Marriage That Didn't Stay in Vegas (BWWM Romance) (9 page)

                “Phoebe, I don’t think I can love you anymore than I do right now.”  He kissed me for the very first time as his wife.

              The memory faded and I smiled. “I’m glad I didn’t divorce you,” I admitted, pulling myself back from our wedding day.

              “And, I’m glad you decided to play strip date with me.”

              “I’ll play strip date with you anytime, Mr. Luther.”

              “How about now? Mrs. Luther?”

              “I’m already naked.”

              “Strip bed then,” he said with a smile. 

              I laughed aloud and he rolled on top of me and slid into me. That was when the beginning of our new game started; we liked to call it “Strip bed.”