Page 111 of Miss Understanding

“Or we should christen the closet instead. You up for the adventure?”

“No. You’re relegated to the bed while pregnant. This hardwood floor does not look comfortable.”

She yanked down the puffy coat, spreading it down on the floor and making me laugh. “Spoilsport.”

“Foreplay on the floor, sex on the bed,” I compromised.

She laughed. “Such a negotiator. We’ll see.”

We did see. Which is why she ended up riding me on the floor. I was sure my back would pay for it tomorrow. Yet it was worth it for her smile. It was worth knowing this was only the first of many adventures to come.

Epilogue

Kendall

The funny thing about dreams was sometimes they came true in ways you couldn’t have imagined. Watching my husband from our kitchen was pure bliss. He had our precious almost-three-month-old baby boy asleep on his chest while he perused his email on his phone. Although he still worked a good number of hours, he prioritized Charlie and me in the evenings and on the weekends.

I piped the eclairs, setting them on the baking sheet, excited to put my latest pastry class to good practical use. I was enrolled two days a week in culinary school while working at Stephen Walsh’s restaurant another two days a week. The plan was to open a catering business someday, but first I needed to learn more about both cooking and the business side of things.

I hadn’t returned to work at the law firm after having the baby. And I couldn’t have been happier following my passion. Liam had not only been supportive, but he’d also adjusted his hours because he loved being a hands-on dad.

His new boss was more than supportive since he believed fully in a work-life balance. Yep, after not getting the coveted named partner slot, Liam had quit the firm and gone to work for Stephen Walsh directly.

It had been quite the scandal. Lowry and Anderson had lost a great deal of money with Liam’s departure, especially since Stephen Walsh no longer needed the firm. But my husband hadn’t looked back. Hadn’t so much as considered it when the board had next offered him named partner if he would stay. Nope. It had been too late. He was now proudly serving Stephen’s many companies with his talent. Considering our new boss was constantly in some sort of litigious situation, Liam was plenty busy.

I’d felt a bit of guilt at first about Liam giving up his longtime goal because the board hadn’t wanted someone with a family taking over, but Liam assured me he didn’t want to put his name on a firm that didn’t value family. As if to prove it, before he’d left, he’d put a large, framed photo on his desk of us together. Tabitha couldn’t have missed seeing that.

After washing my hands, I slipped upstairs and changed quickly. Between a baby who didn’t quite sleep through the night and our busy schedules, adventures in intimacy hadn’t been the priority. Hell, we were happy simply to have those precious hours together before we both passed out at night. So on this Saturday afternoon, I decided to spice things up. And I had just the thing to help me do it.

When I went back down into the kitchen, I watched while Liam put Charlie down in his bassinet. Perfect timing, I thought, turning around in the hopes of giving him quite the view. It wasn’t long before I heard him suck in a breath and then his footsteps on the hardwood floor.

My heart was already beating in overdrive as it always did when I anticipated his touch.

“This is quite the surprise,” he said coming up from behind me and kissing me on the neck.

I swear I could melt right there from the contact. “Mm, you like?”

“I more than like. You in nothing but a red frilly apron is the fantasy.” His hand gripped my bare ass, making the point.

“Charlie is out, I’m assuming?” If so, it should give us about two hours.

“Like a rock. Best sleeping baby ever.”

He really was. Although I still had to wake up to nurse him in the middle of the night, we often enjoyed four- to five-hour stretches of sleep. I wasn’t complaining. “My mom said I was the same.” I turned around to give Liam my full attention. “You know it’s been a while since any of our countertops got some action other than cooking.”

He lifted me up effortlessly, spreading me out on the granite surface. Then, ripping off the apron, he let his gaze roam down my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It literally takes my breath away.”

His hands followed his gaze, caressing my legs and up my sides, until gently cupping my breasts. Dipping his head, he kissed between them, before trailing his tongue down my stomach. “You comfortable?”

Nope. The granite was hard and cold. But I wouldn’t be denied his touch, not even for a second. “I’m good.”

“Excellent, because I’ll be down here awhile.” His breath fluttered over my clit, making my entire body shiver in anticipation. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the way he buried his entire face in my pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t careful. It was bliss. Because after I’d had the baby, he’d been cautious. Now, after a few months, he was no longer holding back. Thank God.

It wasn’t long before my first orgasm crashed over me, then my second. By the time my third came along, I was ready to scream. It was only the thought of the baby sleeping which kept me quiet, making the climax that much more intense. I had to grab something from beside me and shove it into my mouth.

Liam peppered my inner thighs with kisses before glancing up and chuckling. “There are many visions of you burned inside of my brain, but this one, with you naked, glistening from me making you come, with an oven mitt in your mouth, will be by far my favorite.”

I took it out with a wry smile. “It was either that or wake the baby.”