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Anastasia shook her head. Her husband was simply too lusty. He could change anything and everything into a conversation about sex. 

"Let's place a bet, honey," Ileus coerced. "I will make you come at least five times. How many times can you make me come tonight?" 

Anastasia tapped her chin to play along with him. "At least a dozen times," she said. "All I have to do is drop my clothes on the floor and shimmy my hips." She saw his jaw slacking. "And oh, cupping my breasts. I can even dance that way. Do you want me to?" 

"Damn it, woman!" Ileus rasped. "You really make me randy around you." He rubbed his erection. "I think we can't have dinner with the rest of them because I am going to take you straight to our room." 

Anastasia bit her lip and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Sorry, my dear," she said. "But I want to be with your great-grandfather and talk to him."