"Why is it that I still get a hard cock every time I'm in the same room with you?" Creagon asked.

And, Marne rewarded him with a delighted laugh that brought out the dimples in both of her cheeks. Marne wondered if Creagon could have possibly known the tangent Marne's mind had just taken. He did have the ability to intuitively sense her brain waves. Marne had noticed that from the beginning of their relationship. At first, it had somehow made her nervous. It was always a jarring sensation to realize that some of your thoughts weren't as private as you'd imagined them to be. But, Marne had since realized that it was a two-way street she and Creagon were on. If Creagon was able to sometimes read Marne's moods, she could also, on occasion, read his.

Right now, for instance, Marne knew that Creagon was still vaguely wondering what to do with his own small company now that he was thrust into dual-ownership of a bigger one. Creagon was a proud man-proud of the fact that he had survived on his own two feet, had gotten where he was in spite of William Davenport instead of because of William Davenport. Taking what he had long worked for and subjugating it to the colossal giant that was William Davenport's Davenport Electronic International was going to take some good deal of thinking.

"You'll make the right decision about the company," Marne told him, as if Creagon had been aware that she had been reading his thoughts all along.

"Yea, I guess so," Creagon replied, hardly surprised that his wife had known where he was at. He had ceased being surprised by Marne's exceptional insight as far as Creagon was concerned. "But, I called you over here to discuss your problem not mine."