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different location, funky positions, and even some spanking—”
    Gagging on her Diet Coke, Ally covered her mouth with her right hand and raised her left palm out to me. “
TMI
, sis.
TMI
.”
    “What?”
    I rarely spoke about my sex life, but she’d never had a problem sharing. She couldn’t take offense. No way.
    “Spanking changes the rules.” She covered her ears and shook her head. “I don’t need all the details about an old married couple’s night activities.”
    “That’s the problem.” My voice cracked and I needed a moment to compose myself. “Christian wants to spice things up. He says things are good, but he’s scared we’re going to settle into a stale routine if we don’t vary things a little.”
    “That isn’t a problem.” She waved her hand at the air and swatted away my distress. “We buy more lingerie, pick up a good read or two, maybe a video, and if you’re willing, go for a waxing. He won’t know what hit him.”
    “There’s more,” I admitted and her shoulders drooped. “He wanted variety, so I tried. I tried seducing him in the living room—”
    “Ew.” She shivered and shut her eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t do it on the red chair. I love that freaking chair.”
    “No. Not the chair.” I didn’t elaborate on where. She didn’t need to squirm when she placed a mug on the coffee table. “Anyways, we had an awesome time. The best in months. But this morning, he told me he felt like a stud horse and implied that I was only being physical to conceive. As if I don’t care about or love him.”
    Ally let out a loud breath and rubbed her temples. Her lips twisted in dismay as she looked everywhere but at me. After a long time, she stretched her arms behind her neck, lifted her long brown hair, and met my gaze.
    “You’re obsessed with getting pregnant,” she said.
    “No,” I objected. “I mean, it’s important to me, but I’m not obse—” Damn, I sucked at lying. My cheeks were flaming and I could barely put two words together. “Yeah, I guess I’m obsessed.”
    Waving off the waiter, she used the menu to shield us from the neighboring table. “Go back a few years and heed your own advice.”
    The sad thing was that I knew exactly the moment in time she was talking about, and I knew the advice. When she’d confided in me about how miserable she had been with her ex, I’d told her to leave him and live her life. Ally had tried to justify staying with the jerk because she was getting too old to start over. She wanted children before she was too old to enjoy them.
    “If a mom and dad aren’t happy together, it only hurts the children,” she said, reminding me of my closing argument. “Do you love Christian?”
    “More than I thought possible,” I whispered.
    “Then, tell me. What should we do?”
    “Make the waxing appointment and go shopping,” I said, determined to show my husband how much I really did love him.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
 
     
    After two days of sexy shopping (or was it shopping for sex?) and many hours spent searching websites on erotic fantasies, I finally finished wrapping all the gifts and placed them under the tree. Christian’s present wasn’t there, yet. But, the framework was. It was a personal gift that wouldn’t do well with ornate wrapping and fancy ribbons. There were no ribbons included, but it would have bells and whistles the other presents couldn’t ever have.
    I was going out on a limb, practically risking my sanity, but I knew he’d more than like it. After all, all my research said men were visual creatures.
    Hiding the camera inside the only gift box without frilly ribbons was a sure way I would differentiate it from the real presents. Hopefully, Christian would be too occupied to notice the discrepancy. The massive amount of candles supplied ample lighting while still filling the room with a sensual glow. And, I’d moved the red chair a little closer to the tree for a better view.
    Santa