I was making this up as I went along, and when, before I exited the kitchen, I made a quick stop at the giant SubZero and grabbed the can of Reddi-Wip I’d spied on a lower shelf, the expression on William’s face had been priceless. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the whipped cream exactly, but I’d become pretty familiar with creative uses of food in foreplay thanks to Mr. Pain au Chocolat. I raced to the master suite and into William’s giant closet, pulling off my T-shirt and yoga pants. My pre–Valentine’s Day lingerie shopping had yielded more than the just the red botanical lace ensemble I’d worn the other night. I opened one of my drawers and shook out a small bundle of tissue paper, which, given how much I’d paid for what was inside, should have been much bigger. I unwrapped the parcel, careful not to tear the layers of paper, and revealed probably the hottest lingerie I’d ever bought. I’d been saving it for something special, and tonight felt like the right night to take the plunge.
