Chapter Ten
"I wish we could hide away like this forever," Della sighed and snuggled her naked body against her husband's covered by a blanket in front of the fire place.
Perry Mason reached out his arm to draw her close, feeling goosebumps slowly forming on her skin exhausted from giving so much pleasure to him.
"You could if that's what you want," he teased and started rubbing her shoulder to warm her up. "Just say the word."
"It wouldn't be the same," his wife replied calmly and nestled her head against his chest. "What I want in this marriage is you," she added after a while. "Lots and lots of you."
Perry leaned down and kissed her softly, her lips tired and swollen to the expert's eye. He pulled her closer, inviting her to come to fully rest in his arms.
"Why don't you sleep a little, darling?" He tucked the blanket tightly around them both. "I think you've had enough of me for today." He smirked to shoot down her protest only to find her falling asleep before he could finish his sentence.
"I'm serious, Perry," Della said in her no-nonsense voice. "Don't you think we've been in over our heads a little?"
"Do you regret marrying me already?" The attorney shot his wife a mischievous smile as he looked at her from across the breakfast table.
"Don't put words in my mouth, counselor," Della Mason answered and poured first her husband and then herself a cup of coffee. "All I'm saying is that I don't see how on Earth..."
"Do you trust me?" Perry Mason gently interrupted his wife and reached out his hand to fondle hers on the table.
"Of course I do," Della replied and looked deep into his assuring eyes. Then she put a toast on her plate and passed it on to him to exchange it with his.
"Husbands work with their wives, they do it all the time in L.A.," the lawyer reasoned, filled his empty plate with scrambled eggs and then handed it over to his wife.
"We do not work in pictures, Perry," Della returned and reached for the butter to give it to her husband. "Running a law firm is serious business and people expect you to know the rules."
"People hire me to bend the rules," Mason answered truthfully, accepted the butter and spread some on his toast. "Not to respect them."
"You really think it's going to be as simple as that," his wife stated rather than asked, waited for her husband to finish and then placed the butter on her side of the table again.
"You underestimate the power of legal distress, darling," Perry said and took two slices of bacon, one for Della and one for himself. "All our clients want is protection."
"Especially your female clients," Della quipped, picked up the slice of bacon, broke it in half and shoved parts of it into her mouth with elegant fingers.
"Are you going to argue with me every morning?" Perry Mason asked as he watched his wife alluring him with the second half of her breakfast meat.
"Sure," Della answered sassily, mildly aware of his fascination.
"Good," her husband replied with a dimple smile, then observed how she added sugar to his coffee and followed her hand reaching for his slice of bacon, parts of him pulsating in anticipation.