Candace wore denim overalls with her Judd’s tee shirt underneath. The blue fabric was pulled slightly taut across her small belly. The bottoms of her jeans were rolled up above bright yellow rain boots. We’d had a stretch of rain, so things were a little soggy lately, but she must have slipped those on when she got to her office. She hadn’t been wearing them when we left the house together this morning.
Something about the combination of overalls and rain boots had me shifting restlessly on my feet. Maybe Candace had unlocked a new kink, because she looked so damn adorable. I wanted to pick her up and fuck her with the boots still on.
Just then, she caught my eye and winked. “Now, kids. Look for your teachers and follow them outside so you can get your apple baskets.”
Then she skirted the group of children rising from their seats and motioned me toward her office.
After stepping inside, I closed and locked the door, cutting off the noise of excited chatter as everyone filed out of the Apple House.
I met Candace in front of her desk and slipped my hands around her waist. “Hey. How are you feeling?”
She grinned and snagged my belt loop like I might get away. “Oh, I’m good.”
“Not too tired?” I confirmed. I didn’t want her to wear herself out.
“Nope.”
“I can take the kids out into the field. You can stay here and put your feet up.”
Candace shook her head. “No. Joan is actually coming up right now to get them. I only had to do the educational talk and intro. She has Georgie with her today, and you know he loves leading everyone through the fields.”
I nodded, relieved that Joan and George were handling things.
Then my hands shifted, as they often did, across the swell of her stomach. “How’s our little guy?”
Blissful happiness stole over her features, and I felt my own emotions answering in return. “He’s doing great. Just baking away.”
Candace’s pregnancy hadn’t been a surprise. We’d been trying since we got married, both of us more than ready to start our family. But it was a consistently exhilarating experience to see her like this.
“Good,” I replied and leaned down to press a kiss to her soft lips.
While my mouth moved over hers, my fingers drifted up to the straps of her overalls. I gave a little tug and murmured against her mouth, “I like these.”
I felt her smile. “Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Then I picked up her laptop and moved it to the chair behind me before lifting Candace and settling her on the surface of her desk. We’d finally replaced the battered desk and squeaky chair that she’d inherited when she moved into the space.
“I like these too,” I repeated and tapped the side of her rain boot with my hand before moving to graze the sensitive spot behind her knee.
She gave my bottom lip a quick bite and grinned. “I knew you would.”
I unclasped first one overall strap and then the other. “And how did you know that?”
“You’re so practical. I knew you would appreciate them.”
I pulled back and frowned a little. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
“It really is,” she argued. “Plus I knew you’d want me to leave them on while you bent me over the desk.”
“Candace,” I groaned and dropped my head to the top of her shoulder.
She giggled, likely knowing how tempted her words made me. The image alone had me fully hard behind my zipper.
Slowly she slipped off the desk and stood. Her overalls dipped low in the front as her straps fell away.
“You’ve got to stop treating me like a delicate flower,” she insisted.
