Fuck, fuck, fuck. She feels so good.
I squeeze my ass, pressing into her as deep as I can, breaths punching out of me. My chest heaves, my arms quivering as I hold myself inside her and let this wave of ecstasy ride through me.
After a moment, we both start to relax and float down from our highs at the same time. I sink over my wife, resting my cheek against hers and lightly sucking her earlobe.
“You are fire, baby. You’ll always be my blue flame.”
She softly giggles, wrapping her legs around my hips and crossing her ankles.
Then she presses kisses against my shoulder and up my neck, and I turn my head in time to meet her lips and kiss her deeply, drinking from that luscious mouth.
Our tongues slide together in a slow dance before I pull back to check her face.
Smiling down at her, I silently ask if she’s good, and she gives me a noncommittal eyebrow raise before softly pushing me off her.
I roll to the side but gather her up before she can leave the bed.
She laughs, letting me pull her back so we can spoon for a minute. Her fingers paint lines across my forearm before she starts to pat my hand, a silent request to let her go.
“Just a few more minutes,” I kiss her shoulder.
“I can’t.” She laughs again. “I have to get to my training session. I don’t want to be late.”
“You’ve just done a workout with me. Do you really need to go to the gym?”
She pulls my arm off her and wiggles to the side of the bed. Her voice is light and playful. “Just because you’re home now and free as a bird doesn’t mean my entire routine has to change. I want to get my workout in before we leave. I’m about to have an entire weekend of no gym and decadent food. This session will be like money in my health bank.”
I laugh. “Sparks, you don’t need a health bank. You’re fitter than half my team.”
She shakes her head, obviously not believing me. “I have my routine, Zan. Don’t make me break it.”
I raise my hands, rolling onto my back as she slips into our en suite. I should probably get up too and do… I don’t know what. Sen’s got this house running like clockwork.
When she steps back into the room, fully naked, I sit up on my elbows and watch her get dressed. The little yoga shorts she slips on are so fucking hot. I can’t wait to take those things off again.
“Don’t,” she warns me, and I glance at her face, still surprised by how easily she can read me. “When I get back, we’ll be in action stations, okay? We have a very small window between Zoey getting home and leaving for the airport, so I need you to help me get everyone organized.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I sit up, trying to get a smile out of her, but she’s too busy clasping her bra and looking away from me.
“So, Olly needs to be picked up at two. Cole and Logan are biking home, so you don’t need to worry about them, and Zoey’s catching the bus. While I’m at the gym, I need you to finish packing our bags for this weekend. I got the kids to pack last night, but can you please double-check all their gear?I guarantee Logan’s forgotten his toothbrush, and if Olly has packed underwear and pajamas, it’ll be a miracle, so his entire bag will need checking.”
I nod. “Yep, I can do that.”
“Make sure he hasn’t tried to sneak in his entire Avengers action figure collection, will you? I told him three max.”
“Got it.”
“And the Christmas presents are hidden in the garage—you know, my secret spot? So if you could smuggle those into the back of the car before the kids get home, that’d be awesome. Oh, and don’t forget Satch’s birthday present. It’s in a pink bag at the bottom of the stairs.”
“Will do.”
She spins around, tying her hair into a ponytail and giving me a brief smile. “I’ll sort out the food when I get home. We can throw that into the cooler and hit the road as soon as everyone is ready to go. It’ll be a tight turnaround, so we’ll need to stay on top of the kids. They have to get home, get changed, grab any last-minute items they want for the plane, and then we’re gone.”
“Cool. And how long will you be?”
“My session is an hour, sometimes an hour and a half, so…” She checks her watch. “Depending on traffic, I should be home by two forty-five. Just after you and Olly.”
I nod, winking at her. “You’re looking hot, Mrs. Donohue.”
