Scott bends his face so he can kiss my stomach before saying, “Go easy on your mother. I need her in one piece.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, loving this time with him. “I have good news for you.”
He straightens, meeting my gaze again. “You’ve made my favourite cake?”
I smile, loving his preference for the simple things in life. It doesn’t take much to make my husband happy. “Actually, I haven’t, but I have made a cake and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love it, but that’s not the good news.”
“Well, I’m not seeing or hearing our daughter, so I’m guessing it has something to do with that. Where is she?”
“She’s with your mum in her bedroom. They’re packing Aurora’s bag so she can spend the night at her place.” I move into him. “We’ve got the night alone and you’re going to get that dick of yours out and use it properly.”
He arches his brows as be takes hold of my hips. “I’m not sure how I got you pregnant if I wasn’t using it properly.”
“No, back then you were using it properly. Now, not so much.”
“Fuck, Harlow, you’re going to have to be more specific here.”
“You’re home,” Scott’s mother says to him, drawing our attention to her and Aurora as they join us. “I’m glad I caught you before I leave. I want to ask if you’ll have any time over the weekend to come over and check my washing machine. It’s played up a couple of times this week.”
Scott nods. “Yeah, I’ll come over in the morning and pick Aurora up and check it then.” He reaches for our daughter who’s bouncing in her grandmother’s arms, clearly wanting her father.
“Thank you,” Sharon says. Then to me, she says, “Honey, promise me you’ll send some of that cake over with Scott tomorrow. It smells divine.”
I smile. “I’ll make sure not to let Scott eat it all tonight.”
Aurora gurgles happily in her father’s arms while he presses raspberries to her belly. Watching the two of them together is one of my favourite things to do. Scott is an amazing father and Aurora adores being with him.
“Okay, baby girl,” he says, “you be good for Grandma and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Aurora’s little fingers grip her father’s cheeks as he pulls her close to kiss her forehead.
“I love you, darlin’” he says as he walks her outside to his mother’s car.
Sharon and I follow, discussing the plans we have for op shopping next Tuesday. Buying pre-loved clothes has become a passion of mine over the last six months and Sharon has recently started shopping for her clothes this way too. It’s something that’s helped bond us even more and I encourage regular shopping days for us because of this.
Once Scott has Aurora settled in the car, he makes his way to me and pulls me close, resting his hand on my hip and dropping a kiss to my cheek. I loop my arm around his waist and turn into him. Clutching a handful of his shirt, I look up at him and say, “I love you, Scott Cole.”
He glances down at me. “Even though I don’t use my dick properly.”
Sharon’s car starts as I smile up at my husband and say, “I’d love you even if your dick stopped working altogether.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he says, waving at his mother and our daughter as they drive away. Then, looking back at me, he says, “Now that they’re gone, we’re going back inside and you’re gonna give me specifics about this.”
I follow him inside. “I need to check this cake first.”
The cake’s ready so I pull it out and place it on the kitchen counter to cool.
Scott rests his ass against the counter and watches me patiently. “What cake are you making?”
He knows my baking so well now to know that this may be a chocolate cake but that by the time I’m finished with it, it’ll be something more than that.
“It’s a Better Than Sex cake. It has to cool completely and then I’ll pour condensed milk into it and caramel topping over it. Then I’ll spread whipped cream over the caramel topping and sprinkle with pecans and toffee bits.” I move into him, slidingmy hands around his waist. “And if you fuck me properly, you can have some.”
Heat flashes in his eyes as he runs his hands over my ass. “Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.”
Scott likes dirty talk, the filthier the better. It’s something that used to make me blush, but not anymore. “I want you to fuck me like you did that first time on our honeymoon. But first, I need your mouth on my pussy and I want you to take your time with your tongue.”
He brings his mouth to my neck and kisses me there before saying, “I’ll give you my mouth and tongue, but I’m not fucking you like I did on our honeymoon.”
