The Baker family all knew, even if they didn''t openly admit it, that Ss had contributed immensely to the family''s sess. So when Calliope overheard Gideon speaking dismissively about Ss in front of a crowd, she was furious.


    Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought that Ss owed his status to the Bakers, but Calliope knew better. And if she knew, she was going to stand by her man, no matter what.


    Calliope looked up at Ss, her eyes firm with determination. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she couldn''t resist tracing her fingers along his corbone. Ss had a body that was simply irresistible. Years of a disciplined lifestyle and regr workouts had sculpted him into a masterpiece,plete with a chiseled eight- pack and wless skin.


    "No one messes with you, not on my watch," Calliope dered, her voice firm. "You''re my man!"


    Ss looked down at her, then swept her up into his arms, tumbling them both onto the bed. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his own.


    "It''s my job to protect you," he murmured between kisses.


    "No, I want to protect you too. Don''t forget, your wife is pretty awesome herself!" Calliope shot back with a yful smirk.


    Ss chuckled softly, "I know."


    Before she could say anything else, his kisses deepened, leaving Calliope breathless and speechless. They spent the night making love, over and over again...


    Ss couldn''t get enough of her, having been away on a business trip and missing her terribly. The consequence was that the next morning, with the wedding to attend, Calliope could barely bring herself to get out of bed.


    "My legs are so sore," Calliope pouted, casting a mock re at Ss. "All those different positions..."


    "Didn''t you enjoy it?" Ss teased, nting a kiss on her cheek. "I recall you sounded pretty happyst night."


    Calliope blushed, "No matter how good it feels, it''s exhausting."


    "Are you sore?" Ss asked gently. "Let me have a look."


    As he started to pull the covers back, Calliope''s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "No!"


    "Why shy now? I saw everythingst night," Ss teased, holding her leg firmly. "Let me check."


    Calliope relented, lying still. Despite


    his gentleness, the night''s adventures had pushed her to her


    limits. It was exhrating and new, but hi stamina was relentless,


    leaving her begging for mercy


    towards the end.


    "A bit red," Ss noted with a touch of concern. "I''ll put some ointment on itter."


    Calliope huffed in response. "No more touching me this week!"


    "Sweetheart!" Ss''s voice was full of mock despair. "A whole week? That''s impossible!"


    "Yes, it is! Some people only do it once a month!" Calliope retorted, cheeks puffed in defiance.


    Ss groaned, "I''m not an old man! I''m young!"


    "Doesn''t matter! Overindulgence is harmful, and as a naturopath, I know these things!" Calliope said with seriousness. "We need to beo moderate for our health!"


    "I don''t believe it!" Ss grumbled, looking utterly dejected.


    "I don''t care, I can''t handle it!" Calliope dered, slipping off the bed and dashing into the bathroom.


    "Sweetheart, think we should


    practice more, so you get used to it.


    Then it won''t be ufortable,"


    Ss reasoned, standing at the.


    bathroom door with a hopeful expression. "I think we''re just doing


    it too


    too little!"