CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
TRAVIS
“Where are we going?” Viola asks, fidgeting in her seat as we hit the highway.
“Someplace quiet, with no distractions or other people around.”
“Where’s that?”
I shake my head.
“C’mon,” she whines. “Just a little hint.”
“Let’s just say…we shouldn’t have bothered packing clothes because—”
“Because you plan to f**k me six ways to Sunday?” she finishes for me with a hopeful smile.
“I plan to have you counting higher than six, princess.” I smirk over at her, grabbing her hand in mine and placing a kiss over her knuckles. “Loudly, too.”
“Okay, but I hope you plan to let me nap in between this time,” she quips, referring to the first time we had s*x after Ginny was born. She’d only been two months old and wasn’t sleeping longer than three hours at a time. We’d
