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We sit and enjoy our breakfast in a comfortable silence. On one hand, it’s been an adjustment getting back to reality, but on the other hand, I’m happy to be home. Not to say that the days of room service and sightseeing weren’t an incredible experience — I’d never felt so regal and seen such beautiful things.
I eat as much as I can before I finally put the fork down in defeat. “I should’ve showered before breakfast,” I whine, feeling too comatose to move.
“Come on, Angel. I’ll join you.” Joey gets up off the bed and offers me his hand.
My feet shuffle beneath me lazily as if I’m walking through mud. I feel like Joey is practically dragging me down the hall to the shower.
“How much time do I have?”
“You have at least an hour before you have to leave,” Joey chuckles — likely because he knows I’m about to flip shit.
“What?! I could have slept for an extra thirty minutes?!”
A wicked grin tips up on his lips. “Yes, but isn’t being awake with me so much more fun?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I pull my hand away and cross my arms at him. I can feel my scowl burning into his face. This man knows by now that I am not a morning person and that I greatly value my sleep.
“I guess I’ll just have to show you then, won’t I?” He pulls me into his arms, tucks a hair behind my ear, and kisses me. It’s slow and gentle, but filled with ulterior motives.
My knees go weak, and I’m suddenly thankful that he is holding on to me. Despite my sluggish demeanor, my inner vixen is screaming at me to wake the fuck up.
“Looks like I’m doing a pretty decent job so far, but I think I can do better,” Joey mutters against my ear.
He turns away from me to start the shower, and I can’t help but stare at his gorgeous ass in those grey sweatpants. God, why are those things such an aphrodisiac? I’m completely naked by the time Joey turns back around.
“I’m starting to agree with you, Mrs. Brooks — we should’ve taken one more day off. I could easily spend all day burying myself inside of you.”
“I guess the shower will have to suffice for now, won’t it?” I giggle.
His smile shifts into a look of dark desire. “Get your beautiful ass in there — right now.”
Have I mentioned how much I love when my husband gets bossy with me? I obey his words and step into the tub, under the stream of hot water. Joey steps in behind me and pulls me backward so my body is molded against his.
His arms wrap around my body, acquainting themselves with every inch of me as if it’s the first time. He rolls my nipple between the fingertips of one hand while the other grazes over my clit.
“Fuck, Joey…” I suck in a breath as he plunges two fingers inside of me.
“Is being awake with me better than sleeping in?” He nips at my ear before he trails his lips down my neck.
“Almost…”
Before I can get the words out completely, Joey is spreading my feet with his own and bending me over in front of him. He pulls his fingers out and promptly replaces them with his cock. My hands jut out and cling to the shower wall to hold myself up as he slams his cock into me roughly.
“How about now?” he grunts between thrusts.
“Yes!” I cry out. I fucking love the way the piercing in his cock hits the spot that no man has ever been able to.
“That’s what I thought.” He turns my face to look over my shoulder at him and kisses me feverishly. “I love you, Angel.” He continues to thrust into me until I find myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”
I don’t know how he gets my body to respond to him the way it does. It’s like he’s a sexual sorcerer and my body bends to his every whim. Without even a second’s pause, I feel my walls clenching down around him, milking him for every last drop he has to offer.
The teacher’s lounge is eerily quiet when I walk in this morning. Normally, I’m at least greeted by Principal Morris. After I deposit my lunch in the refrigerator, I make my way down the hall to my classroom.
When I flip on the light, I’m greeted by a bunch of smiling faces yelling, “Surprise!” I damn near jump a mile high in fright. Tears pool in my eyes as I look around the room. My fellow teachers and staff, including Principal Morris, are all cheering and applauding for me — a sight that warms my heart from the inside out. On my whiteboard is a beautifully hand drawn message that reads “Congratulations, Mrs. Brooks!” and is surrounded by the signatures of all of my students.
“Thank you all!” I exclaim, wiping the tears from my eyes as I place my things on my desk.
Principal Morris is the first to approach me for a hug. “I’m so happy for you, Kelsey. It really is about time,” she chuckles lightly before clearing her throat. “The staff all chipped in to get you and Joey a little something.” She hands me a card. “Wait until you get home so you can open it with your hubby.”
