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now, we’ll still be looking for the perfect time to go.”  
    “Even if we can carve out a week, we still don’t even know where to go. You want Europe, I want the Caribbean.”  
    “So? That doesn’t stop us from putting in for the vacation time.”  
    “It does if we don’t know what part of the world we’re going to. These places have seasons. They have weather. I’m not lying on the beach during a monsoon.”  
    “You’re not lying on the beach at all unless you can find one in Rome, Vienna, or Prague.”  
    “See? Impasse.”
      “No, it’s not. We solve problems all the time at work. We can figure out where to take our honeymoon. And then we can get it on our calendars.”  
    “Lyss, we’ve been arguing about this for over a year. Are we really going to make this decision when we’re exhausted after a long day at work?”
    “No,” I said, inspired. “We’re going to make it on Saturday.”
    “What?”  
    “Saturday. We actually have the entire day off. Let’s spend it together and figure this out.”
    “Our first day off together in forever, and we’re going to spend it hashing this out? I bet that’ll be fun.”  
    “You bet ... you bet ... you know, we could make it into a bet,” I said, remembering the bartender’s advice about figuring out what motivates us. I was rewarded by seeing Ian’s eyes darkening with excitement. He really was an adrenaline junkie for this kind of thing—thank god he didn’t have a gambling addiction.  
    “What kind of bet?”
    “The winner gets to choose where we go on our honeymoon.”  
    “But what’s the game? More laser tag?”  
    I snorted. “Yeah, right. We go back to that place and you’ll instantly go into marketing mode. It needs to be something where we can spend some quality time together. Something where we could reconnect a bit.”  
    “Something involving sex, you mean,” he said, a gleam in his eye.  
    “I wouldn’t say no to that.” Actually, I’d say yes, yes, yes, yes, YES.  
    “Me either. Okay so, Saturday evening, we fuck like bunnies. But during the day … maybe we could engage in some protracted foreplay. Each of us will try to get the other all worked up until we’re begging for it.”  
    “You mean see who can get the other turned on the most? How would we decide who wins?”  
    “Hmm ... ” he said, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. “We divide the day in half. One of us gets the morning, the other gets the afternoon. We each plan our half day, plan something we know will drive the other person wild. But no sex, and no orgasms until the evening.”  
    “And whoever comes up with the best, sexiest, most fun half day gets to decide where we go on our honeymoon?”  
    “Exactly.” His eyes were sweeping over my body now, and I wished I were wearing something sexy instead of the suit I’d worn to work. “Oh, and one rule. If either one of us gets the other too worked up—like if I get you so hot and bothered that you beg me to fuck you right then and there, then you lose. If one of us breaks down and can’t wait until the evening, it’s an automatic loss. Agreed?”
    “Agreed,” I said, my mind already swirling with erotic possibilities.  
    Ian stood up and took his plate into the kitchen. He returned and got out his laptop.  
    “Time to work?” I said, knowing I should go check my e-mail.  
    “Yeah,” he said. “Time to work ... and time to start planning. Saturday’s in three days. That’s more than enough time to figure out how to bring you to your knees—literally.”  
    “And after Saturday, I’ll buy you a nice travel guide, so you can research all the European cities we’ll visit.”  
    “We’ll see,” he said, and I didn’t like his smug, arrogant smile. Well, my mind didn’t like it, but my body liked it just fine judging from my quickening pulse and the warmth spreading across my skin. But I needed to start figuring out how to get his blood