The Price of Pride

At the Blackwood Manor, the air in the master bedroom's walk-in closet was thick with a sultry, ambiguous tension.

Lillian slapped Gideon's hand away, which only made him grin mischievously. He said, "Weren't you pretending not to know me? So, tell me, who's better in bed, your husband or me?"

His tone was shameless, and then, as if a thought struck him, he added, "Ryan's five this year. If you