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baby.” They got to the car, and Cyndi set about situating Harper in her booster seat.
    “I definitely agree. You know what’s good for making strong, healthy baby boys?” Jason grinned, a devilish look in his blue eyes.
    Cyndi closed the door and headed to the front seat. “I don’t, but I am sure you are going to tell me.”
    “Practice!” Jason laughed heartily as he climbed in to the driver’s side. As usual, the car had been parked so that he could pull out nose first. Tactical parking, Jason called it. The best way to get away in a bad situation was to drive away and not worry about having to back up. Gave you the advantage in a tactical situation, Jason always liked to remind her. Sometimes, when she was alone, Cyndi purposely pulled into a parking spot, instead of backing in. It was her own little secret rebellion. Cyndi slipped into the passenger seat, smiling to herself. Jason waited patiently while she snapped her seatbelt closed, like she knew he would, and then he eased the car out of the spot and quickly joined the traffic on Atlantic Avenue.
    They spent the evening having dinner and playing with Harper. Cyndi treasured family time. Jason’s hours were always so unpredictable, and sometimes days passed before they had any quality time together. As she tucked Harper into bed that night, she sighed contentedly. Life was good.
    Closing the door to her daughter’s room quietly, she turned straight into her husband’s arms.
    “Jason! What are you doing?”
    “Holding my wife.” He nibbled her earlobe, his breath warm and tantalizing against her skin. “Do you have a problem with that?”
    She melted against the hardness of his chest. “Mmm…no. No problem at all.”
    “I believe we have a job to do.” His lips worked their way from her ear down to the sensitive spot on the side of her neck that always drove her crazy. One pass from Jason’s tongue, and her knees went weak.
    “What job?” Cyndi managed to gasp.
    “You wanted to practice making a baby. I’m volunteering.” His fingertips trailed slowly down her spine, his palms flattening against her lower back and pulling her toward him. His willingness to do the job pressed hard against her thigh.
    “What are you waiting for?” she whispered against the lips that had finally made their way to hers.
    Without another word, Jason scooped her up and carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. Jason tripped over the pair of boots he had kicked off earlier in the evening, stumbling forward. They landed on the bed in a tumbled heap, giggling like teenagers hiding from their parents.
    “Shhhh!” Cyndi warned. “We’re going to wake Harper!”
    “Nah. That little lady sleeps like her old man. A bomb outside her window wouldn’t wake her.”
    Cyndi fumbled with the button on Jason’s jeans while he wildly tore at her top, trying to get it up over Cyndi’s head, simultaneously working on the hooks on her bra.
    “Why do you even bother with these things?” Jason growled in exasperation.
    Cyndi laughed. “How sexy would it be if my breasts sagged to my waist?”
    “At least they would be a hell of a lot easier to access!”
    Reaching behind her back, Cyndi tripped the simple hooks and tossed her bra across the room. Jason’s hands were everywhere, burning a trail of desire across her skin as he freed her from her jeans and panties. Every time with her husband was like their first for Cyndi. Except for all the embarrassed giggling and fumbling around.
    “Stop frisking me, Officer, and lock me up already. I can’t wait anymore!” She dropped back on her pillow, pulling Jason down on top of her.
    “You have the right to remain sexy…” Jason’s mouth found its way to her right breast.
    “Anything you do will be considered sexy…” He moved to her left breast. Cyndi moaned as his tongue worked its magic on her skin.
    “If you do not understand these rights…” His hands wandered low below her waist while his lips continued to