Under the Covers by Rita Herron

couple's preferences. But changing and trying new positions can add excitement to a sexual relationship."
    "I agree." Segoda grinned. "We're aware you're a newlywed yourself, Dr. Jensen, and that you've been avoiding the press."
    "I simply appreciate my privacy," Abby stated. "I didn't write this book to gain attention. I want to help open the doors of communication between couples."
    "To keep the divorce rate down?"
    "Yes."
    "So where is this husband of yours, Dr. Jensen?" Segoda's eyes crinkled. "All of Atlanta is dying to meet the lucky man."
    Abby's gaze flitted across the stage, her heart racing in a panic.
    "Oh, wait." Segoda pressed his finger to one ear; then a jaunty smile flashed onto his handsome face. He glanced offstage, where the coproducer gave him a thumbs-up signal, then turned to the audience with a cheeky wink. "It seems Dr. Jensen has a surprise for us today."
    I do? Abby cut a questioning look toward Segoda.
    "Yes." Segoda rose and gestured toward the side of the stage. "She's brought her husband here to meet us, folks."
    "I have?" Abby squeaked.
    "She has," Segoda said with a chuckle.
    The man who had come with Chelsea suddenly bounded onto the set, broad shoulders thrown back in a light blue designer shirt, Italian loafers clicking as he paraded toward her.
    Her shocked gaze turned to Chelsea, who waved her hands in joyful exuberance.
    "What's your husband's name?" Segoda asked.
    "Len... Leonard."
    "I'm sure our viewers want to know if you practice at home what you preach in your books," Segoda prodded.
    The microphones planted in the audience captured their enthusiasm. "Let's hear it from the husband," a woman shouted.
    "Yeah, we want to see this hunk in action."
    Before Abby could open her mouth to protest, the man pulled her up to stand beside him. "I'm Abby's husband, Lenny," he announced with a devilish grin. Then he swooped her up in his arms, lowered his head, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss that sent her senses reeling.
    Abby clung to him, her legs bowing like dandelions in the wind. She had talked about hot lips in her book, yet she'd never tasted lips that held as much fire as this man's. Or been pressed against a body that could make her forget a crowd was watching.
    And that the man kissing her was a complete stranger.
    * * *
    Hunter heard the roar of the crowd and realized he must be acting his part well.
    He was acting wasn't he?
    Tunneling one hand through Abby Jensen's chignon, he slowly pulled out the pins and felt the long, wild tresses tangle around his fingers. Her hair felt like silk, satiny and soft between his fingers. And it smelled like fresh rain and roses. She sank into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his in erotic love strokes, her hands gripping his arms as if she might collapse with desire if he released her.
    He did have to release her.
    Yes, he did. Sometime. And he should be attracted to Chelsea, he thought, the woman who'd hired him just this morning to play Abby's husband, not Abby. Chelsea had the bombshell body.
    But Abby Jensen did know how to kiss....
    What a stroke of luck to find such a great cover. Luckily, Chelsea had agreed he should wear a disguise in case someone recognized him or a photo of the real Lenny surfaced. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to finagle out of Chelsea the details of Lenny's whereabouts or the reason for his disappearance.
    The mystery intrigued him. And he eventually would get those answers. They would make his story.
    He traced Abby's mouth with his tongue, nibbled at her lower lip, then gently broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, just enough so her breath still bathed his face. Her dazed look of passion aroused him to the point of pain, and the low sound of excitement that gurgled from her throat cranked the flame of heat in his belly up a notch.
    Cheers and whoops of laughter filled the stage, and the anchorman cleared his throat. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, I guess you have your answer. It looks as if Dr. Jensen