Page 33 of Working For Her Attention

“Okay. And how’s this little bundle of joy?” I asked, rubbing my hand over her belly. Almost as if she heard me, our youngest kicked her mama’s belly, and Avery laughed.

“She’s excited daddy’s home.”

“Yeah? She the only one happy daddy’s home?” I let my head dip into the spot where her shoulder met her neck. I breathed in Avery’s sweet berry scent and pressed my lips to her pulse point.

“Nope.” My wife blushed and grinned up at me. “How was work?” Her blue eyes were curious and genuinely interested. I still had no idea what kind of luck I must have had for her not only move across the street but catch her attention.

“It was work, and from the sounds of it, easier than what was supposed to be your day off.” I shot her a look because she knew I wanted her to call me when it got crazy. Especially since she was so far along.

“I was fine. I handled it.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to. We’re partners.”

“I know.” She leaned closer, resting her head on my chest.

“You should have called me. I would have taken care of it,” I grumbled yet kissed the top of her head.

“Don’t be mad. I’ll let you spoil the crap out of me tonight,” she teased, but she had no idea just how spoiled she was going to get.

But not before she promised she would call next time and beg me to let her come first.

“I’m going to get dinner served up. Why don’t you go sit and put your feet up?” I offered. She looked at me suspiciously.

“Why?”

“Why?” I repeated.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I want my wife nice and relaxed for later when I wanna spoil and punish her all at the same time.”

“Oh.” That beautiful smile of hers brightened her entire face, and there was no misinterpreting what I was talking about. “Okay, I can go with that. There is something I’ve been wanting to try out?” she whispered, and my cock started to get hard.

“Fuck,” I cursed. She giggled softly, pressing her curvy body against mine as she rose to the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to mine. “I love you, handsome.”

“Love you, too, baby girl.” I kissed her again, and just as my tongue parted her lips, I heard little footsteps rushing down the hall and ewwws ringing through the living room. We parted and exchanged a look filled with promises of a very sweaty and satisfying night ahead.

“Okay,” I sighed, stepping away from my wife and pointing at my troublemaker daughter. “Come on, little gremlin, you and I gotta talk,” I said as I swooped in to pick Sunny up. I glanced over my shoulder just as Avery slowly took a seat on the couch and Skye cuddled next to her.

My kid and I talked about keeping our hands to ourselves and asking a grown-up for help. She told me more about what happened and how the boy was being mean and hurt her sister’s feelings. It was tough to keep a straight face and not high-five her when she told me about how she glued the kid to his seat for being mean to Skye, but somehow, I managed.

We ate dinner together, and Skye showed me the painting she’d done at art camp before I read the girls a bedtime story. By the time I was done with that, both girls were tuckered out, and I stood. Every step full of intent filled my veins with anticipation. It had been too dan long since I had been naked and alone with my wife—that morning, but still. I was a man obsessed when it came to his woman.

I opened and shut then locked the door to our bedroom when she stepped out of the master bathroom.

“Fuck,” I whispered in a hiss as I took in just how fucking gorgeous Avery looked. A long pale-pink satin nightie with light cream lace trim highlighted every delicious curve and the slit up to her thigh on the left showed off those thick thighs I loved so much.

I tugged my shirt off and felt her eyes on my body as I took off my belt and loosened the first button of my cargo pants.

“I heard something about Daddy being extra nice to me tonight?” she teased.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to be so nice to you.” I grinned and walked right up to her, picking her up like I did the day we got married, only four months after we spent that first night together.

What can I say? When you know, you know.