Page 163 of Maybe You

“Breakfast in bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Movie nights.”

He’s still smiling.

“And once the kids are off to bed, we’ll have so much sex,” I say.

His sleepy smile widens. “Spare no details.”

“There’s a private pool. Nudity mandatory. The biggest bed money can get. Nudity also mandatory. A hammock on the back deck, no prying eyes.”

“Nudity mandatory?” he guesses with a smirk.

“You’re catching on.”

His eyes shine in the dim light of the floor lamp.

“We should probably go to the bedroom and practice, then. It’s a lot of nudity. I wouldn’t want to get it wrong once we’re there.”

I laugh quietly. “That’s why you’re the smart one in this relationship.”

He lifts his hand and slides his palm over my cheek. The pad of his thumb moves over my bottom lip. I peak my tongue out and take a swipe over it, and the sleepy look in Wren’s eyes turns heated.

He turns his head and presses his lips against my hard cock through my slacks, and I suck in a breath.

His eyes shine when he meets my gaze, a wicked look in them.

“First one in the bedroom gets to sleep in tomorrow,” he says.

By the time I realize what he just said, he’s already running down the hallway.

I drop my head back and laugh out loud.

I’m still grinning when I check that the doors are locked and turn off the lights as I walk down the hallway to our bedroom.

“You’ll pay for that,” I call out.

“I’m counting on it,” he shouts back.

I’m smiling like a lunatic when I look around.

My home.

My family.

The life we built together.

Only because he refused to let me let him go.

My Wren.

My everything.

THE END