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After tucking in LJ, Ariel and Baby Zack, Shay made her way to the master bedroom where she knew Frank was waiting for her. Not really looking forward to the inevitable scolding and impending argument, she had done her best to steer clear of him after her blowup at the nest. He had every right to be angry with her, and yet she could not understand his calmness of the whole situation. If Jake had been single, it would have been a "boys will be boys" thing for her, but damn-it-all-to-hell! He's not only married but to a close friend to both her and Frank. She found the door to their room open and slipped through, quietly closing it behind her.

The room was darkened and he lay in bed waiting for her. His hellion. She had been way out of line earlier and his patience had faltered. Letting her go on like that was impossible, yet he knew he could have handled it better. Mostly he was afraid she would haul off and plant her knee in Jake's groin again.

He watched her silently while she slipped into the master bath to ready herself for bed. When she emerged, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt which meant "I'm not in the mood, don't touch me". It didn't happen often, normally she was in a slinky number that made him hard just looking at her.

He made no move when she slid into bed and turned away from him without a word. She was angry with him, but he had every right to do what he had done. He lay still, breathing quietly, arms folded across his chest. He was NOT going to apologize. She was so...

"I'm sorry."

Her whisper was so soft and quiet he had a difficult time hearing it. "Are you really sorry?" He didn't think she was, she just wanted to avoid a confrontation.

She rolled over to face him, her fingers toying with the edge of his pillowcase. "For being upset with Jake? No...I'm not sorry at all," she admitted.

"Then don't tell me you're sorry if you're not. You were way out of line back there, Donovan." His voice sounded much harsher than he had intended and for that he was sorry.

"I am sorry, my dear husband," she replied sincerely. "No, not about Jake...that I was out of line and am a disappointment to you."

He chuckled. He knew he shouldn't and should punish her by thinking he was angry with her, but she never failed to surprise him with some of her answers. "You're never a disappointment, Ash."

"No? Never?" she asked incredulously. She inched her lower body closer until her calf touched his.

He felt the touch of her leg; she was warm and soft and he was so close to pulling her into his arms. Gingerly he bit his lip, unfolded his arms, and rested them at his sides. Moving slowly, his fingers finally contacted her skin and wrapped tenderly around her hand.

"Keep it in your pants?" She lost it and burst into a fit of giggles.

"Stop it," he admonished, chuckling along with her.

"Frank?" she questioned as the giggles subsided.

"Ash?" he responded softly when she began running a hand down his chest to his abdomen.

"Umm...ooh....." she cried out suddenly, finding no pajama bottoms. "You're nekkid."

"Quite observant of you," he said faking a yawn.

"So....you too tired to get it on with a big mouthed bitch?" she asked playfully.

"Actually yes," he answered.

"Oh," Shay replied, hurt. She pulled her hand away just before she reached her destination.

He reached out quickly and grasped her hand, bringing it back to and wrapping her fingers around his hardness. "YOU, my darling, are not a big mouthed bitch." He turned onto his side, her hand moving over him intimately causing his breathing to become erratic. Her touch was bliss and she sent him to heaven with each stroke. He touched the tip of his nose to hers. "Make love to me, Ashling."

Shay's eyes closed as they rolled back into her head. She never tired of touching him. Through her already heightened senses, she felt him growing in size and hardness within her hand. She touched her lips to his and softly whispered, "Envoyez-moi au paradis, le chéri."

Frank smiled and whispered against her lips, "Vous êtes le paradis, mon amour."

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Envoyez-moi au paradis, le chéri. = Send me to paradise, my darling

Vous êtes le paradis, mon amour = You are paradise, my love.

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