Page 81 of Sticks and Stones
“I think my actual name has more.”
Maybe.
Since she was curious, he explained.
“Well, the MD is my Doctor of Medicine, the FCAP is the Fellow of the College of American Pathologists, the DABP just means I’m board certified in atomic pathology and forensic pathology, and the D-ABMDI means I’m a certified medicolegal death investigator. All those letters are why the FBI came looking to hire me, and allows me to work with you.”
She teased him.
“Someone was studying in college and not having fun,” she admitted. “I only have three letters after my name. F. B. I.”
He winked.
“I have those, too, but I’m glad I have the others, or I wouldn’t have a pretty woman sitting in my lap. It’s a good thing she has a fetish for MEs.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
She absolutely did.
“It’s hereditary, apparently,” she said, putting his paper down to run her fingers across his lower lip. “Is my MD, FCAP, DABP, D-ABMDI in the mood for some lunch?” she asked.
He slipped his hands back into her hair.
“You can just call me husband,” he said, pulling her mouth toward his to lock them together in one hell of a sensual kiss.
Sue him.
He liked kissing his woman.
When one of them moaned, Chris broke the kiss.
“Mmmm, Sweetness, I do love a weekend off. How about you and I do something fun like get naked on that blanket and christen our weekend at home?”
Well, if he insisted…
“I’m free,” she admitted. “For the record, I was going to give you a sexy striptease as you were on your call, but you got off of it so fast.”
He was aware.
Elizabeth liked nothing more than teasing him, and he loved nothing more than being teased.
“Maybe later you can catch me off guard. I have a board of trustees call in a few hours. Come in wearing nothing but one particular piece of jewelry, and you’ll get me off that call fast.”
Oh, she knew what he was talking about.
‘Himeros’ Collar.’
That was his current, ridiculously expensive kink.
She giggled as he got her to her feet, and then scooped her into his arms to carry her to the blanket that she spread on the floor.
When they sat, she opened the picnic basket for him, and pulled out a bottle of wine, two glasses, and some grapes.
“Oh, goodie. A liquid lunch that’s going to be followed up with dining on my wife,” he said, as she handed him the bottle and corkscrew.
As for the booze, it was five o’clock somewhere.
As Chris opened the wine, Elizabeth held the glasses. The whole time, he was curious.
