He was going to get to wake to this sight every single day for the rest of his life. He couldn't imagine how he'd gotten so damn lucky.

"If I find the handcuff key will you still go golfing with me?" Jason called from the living room, his lingering presence extremely unwanted.

Lucas did have to admit it was cool to think that Jason was going to be family now, officially. And he wouldn't have to worry about liking his wife's relatives. He already knew them all, and thought of Mr. and Mrs. Andrews like a second set of parents.

He would prefer to stay and roll around in some peach powder with Ash, but he had made the plans with Jason first.

"Do you mind, Ash? We've had this tee time booked for a couple of weeks." Lucas didn't want to leave her, but she might want to actually get some real sleep. "I can come over later and help you pack up the dildos." He owed those dildos a huge debt. They had brought him to Ashley's apartment last night. The least he could do was pack them in bubble wrap.

"Go golfing. I feel so good, this calls for shopping. But first, I have to visit my mom and my friends and every person I've ever met in my life and brag that I'm marrying the sexiest, smartest, most amazing man in existence."

"Do I know him?" Lucas joked, kissing each of her eyelids.

"Lucas," she sighed. "I do love you."

"I feel exactly the same. I've loved you for forever." It was perfectly logical, the smartest thing he'd ever done- falling in love with Ashley.

"Hey, guys? I'm not finding any key," Jason called from the other room. "But I did find some things I want to buy. This sex sling has potential."

Ashley rolled her eyes, groaned. But she was laughing. "He's never going to leave, is he?"

Lucas grinned, lay back down on the bed, and pulled Ashley over top of him. "I don't think so."

"We should get dressed."

"In a minute." Or a year.

"Ashley, what's a Mr. Right Now?" Jason yelled.

With an exasperated groan, she turned and called to him over her shoulder, "Why?"

"Well, these papers all sort of fell on the floor, and I was picking them up and I accidentally saw Hope's order form. She bought a Mr. Right Now."

"Accidentally?" Ashley snorted.

Lucas figured Jason's peek was as much of an accident as him making love to Ashley over a fan. It was more taking advantage of an opportunity than an accident, and he didn't think he could fault Jason for that.

"So what is it?" Jason asked again.

Ashley glanced down at Lucas and gave him a wink. Then she said, "There's a brochure sitting on the table. Read the description."

Lucas grew somewhat curious, his mind starting to spin possibilities for what could be given a title like that. "What is it?" he murmured, suddenly very aware of the press of Ashley's firm breasts against his chest. Her warm, moist sex resting over his cock.

"Use your imagination."

They were under the sheet, sticky and close, and Lucas had a very active imagination.

Jason's head popped into the bedroom. "Here's the handcuffs key." He threw a key dangling from a leopard striped plastic key chain in their direction. "We'll go golfing another time, Lucas. I just remembered something I need to tell Hope."

Lucas just bet he did. Then Jason was gone, and Ashley grinned at him.

"Worked like a charm," she whispered.

"Smart girl."

Ashley wiggled appealingly over top of him, and winked. "Now let's have our own Pleasure Party."

Hell, yeah. He could do that. Lucas planted his hand on her backside. "Sell it to me, Ash. I'll buy anything."

Erin McCarthy

Erin McCarthy sold her first book to Kensington Brava through author Lori Foster's website contest in 2002, and has since sold an additional nineteen contemporary romances and novellas to Brava and Berkley Publishing. Her debut, BAD BOYS ONLINE, was a Romantic Times Top Pick, and BAD BOYS IN BLACK TIE was a USA Today bestseller. Erin lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband, two kids, and two cats.