Page 98 of Secret Seduction

Lorenzo

“We should get a tree.”

I glance at Vanessa and then back toward the road. We’re on our way home from our weekend getaway. It was everything I had hoped it would be—filled with conversation, laughter, and lots and lots of sex—but it was also tainted with knowing that it would be our first and last weekend away together.

“A tree?” I ask.

“Yeah. You know, the green thing that people decorate with ornaments and put presents under.”

“Smart-ass,” I mutter. “I know what a tree is. I just didn’t know you wanted one.”

“It’s Leo’s first Christmas with you,” she says, but the only thing I hear is that it’s our last. “We can’t take pictures of him by it if you don’t have one.”

“We can get a tree,” I tell her, my voice thick with raw emotion. “On one condition.”

She glances at me, waiting for my stipulation, her features serious.

“I can fuck you under it on Christmas Eve.”

Her face breaks into a grin, and she throws her head back with a laugh that hits me straight in my heart.

“I thought that was a given,” she says with a playful wink that has me wanting to pull her close and never let her go.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, prying one eye open so I can watch as my wife takes my cock all the way down her throat.

“Actually, it’s Vanessa,” she sasses, smirking up at me. “Happy birthday.”

She goes back to sucking my dick, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth on me.

Last year, I woke up alone on my birthday. Matteo, Dani, and I grabbed a drink and dinner, and I went home and spent the evening drowning my sorrows with a bottle of whiskey.

Waking up to my wife sucking me off is definitely a better way to celebrate my birthday.

Once I come all over her chest, we shower together, where I fuck her against the wall. Since I have an early business meeting, after breakfast, I head to work. The day flies by, with my friends wishing me a happy birthday and Dani and Matteo stopping by with lunch.

When Dani asks if I have any plans tonight, I realize I haven’t heard from Vanessa all day, which is unlike her. She generally sends me at least one picture of Leo during the day.

Lorenzo

You good?

Vanessa

Yes. Are you having a good birthday?

Lorenzo

I got birthday head and birthday sex before seven a.m. How could it not be good?

She laughs at my text, but doesn’t respond, and then a call comes in from an important client. So, I get lost in work the rest of the day, until Kathleen lets me know she’s taking off.

It’s five o’clock, and Vanessa hasn’t texted me any more today, so I shoot her a text, asking if she wants anything in particular for dinner.

Vanessa: Nope! It’s your birthday. I’ll handle it. See you soon.

Twenty minutes later, I step off the elevator and find my front door propped open, a cloud of smoke wafting in the air, and the fire alarm blaring.

I run inside, and Leo’s in Vanessa’s arms as she uses a broomstick to hit the smoke alarm while Sal shakes a towel over the burned dish.