After a period of intense work, the family of four finally had a real family dinner together at home.
After putting Luke and Zola to sleep, Victor Morgan was naturally ready to collect the interest he was owed.
Besides, Vera Warner was happy tonight and had had a little wine. Her face was faintly flushed, and Victor Morgan found her impossible to resist.
Victor Morgan smoothly pulled her into his arms. Pressed against his solid chest and breathing in his masculine scent, Vera Warner's already pink cheeks flushed an even deeper red.
"Do you remember what we're supposed to do?"
"Take your time and think about it. We have all night."
Victor Morgan whispered, his warm breath tickling Vera Warner's ear.
To Victor Morgan's surprise, however, Vera Warner met his gaze directly this time, not shying away in the slightest.
"Of course I remember. The interest I owe you... I'll pay it all back tonight."
"But you have to be gentle. No forcing me this time."
