“I don’t mind. Anything that assures I’ll come home safe to you.”
“Ah, James, you are a silver-tongued devil.”
“It’s…oh, blast! The house.”
“I can deal with it. There won’t be anything for me to do at work until you bring back the information, and by then everything should be ready for you. That is, if you’ll trust me to make all the arrangements?”
“Of course I trust you, you prat.” I cuffed his shoulder.
“Brilliant. By the time you return, the house should be ours, and you can help me with the removal.” Jeremy kissed me, crowding me back toward our bedroom.
“But the tea.”
“It can wait.” He knew I was teasing him. “D’you know something? I’ve always had a fancy to be taken by someone who was all cloak and daggerish. Make love to me, secret agent mine.”
“Now who’s a silver-tongued devil?” I stripped off my clothes, and he laughed, his gaze hot with passion, and followed suit.