He drops his gaze and licks his lips. “Uh, the networking starts this weekend.”
“This weekend?!” I echo my husband’s words and stare at him. My eyes fly to the wall calendar that has hearts all over Saturday.
No way. Has he forgotten?
“But…it’s our wedding anniversary.”
He must be kidding.We’ve been married for five years on Saturday, and now he wants to go to New York for a conference on Friday.
“How long is it?” I ask, praying it’s one night or something. Maybe he could be back for Saturday evening at least?
“Four nights.”
That’s just great.
“Oh.”
Devon grimaces and runs a hand through his sandy hair. “I know, baby. I’m sorry, but I only just found out Ross had a spare ticket. Plus, Grant Carey will be there.” He looks at me hopefully, his eyes wide, like a little boy unwrapping an extra-large gift on Christmas day.
I stare at him, wondering what in the world possessed him to ask this of me.
Who am I kidding? Fitness is hislife.
He mentions his devastation at not getting a ticket to this fitness conference every year—the tickets are extortionate and as rare as rocking horse shit. But this year Grant Carey will be there—he listens to every single podcast the guy puts out—and now his colleague has a spare ticket.How can I deny him this?
“I can miss it. I don’t want to upset you…” His voice trails off and I inhale deeply.
This is his career—and he said once that is sorted, we could start a family…
“We can celebrate before you go?” I offer, already missing him. “Maybe I can get some words down while you’re away.”
I’ve been meaning to start my next romance book, but I just haven’t been able to find the words. Every time I sit down at my laptop, the cursor blinks at me accusingly, and I shut it down.
Maybe this is a sign.
Devon’s grin is massive as he sweeps me into his arms, squeezing me tight.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers, kissing my neck fervently, then trailing to my mouth.
“You do,” I reply between kisses as he places me on the kitchen counter. I lose myself to his expert touch, determined to enjoy my husband while he’s here.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He slides my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra. His eyes scan me greedily before he buries his head between my breasts, letting out a playful growl. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you, Jade.”
I help him out of his shirt, drinking in his perfect physique as he yanks my bottoms down to my ankles. I kick them off breathlessly, watching as he shoves his pants to his knees. His hand fists his cock, the head angry and purple.
I suck in a greedy breath.
“God, look what you do to me.” His voice is gravelly and full of longing, and I tremble when he parts my legs. He cups my ass and drags me toward him, his eyes on my mouth the entire time. Sliding my panties to one side, he thrusts into me, and I gasp like I do every time. He’s so big, and each time is like the first time. My eyes roll back as he slams into me, his mouth on mine as our tongues battle for dominance.
“Fuck, Jade…”
“Fuck me, Devon, like that,” I pant against his mouth as his eyes darken, fingers gripping my hips so hard they’re bruising.
My orgasm builds, and his hips stutter, a grunt leaving his lips as he comes deep inside of me. His finger strokes my clit as he tries to recover, and I follow him over. I’m seeing stars, my ears are ringing…and fuck, if I don’t love my husband more than anything right now.
He kisses me gently before sliding out, turning behind him to grab some tissues from the box on the countertop. He cleans himself up, then does the same for me. I watch him, still panting. Then he kisses my inner thigh before adjusting my panties. He helps me back into my bottoms and then wraps his arms around me.
“I fucking love you, Mrs. Locke.”
