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I wonder what he would do if I walked over there, swiped the breakfast onto the floor, and climbed up onto the table, demanding he eat me for breakfast. There was a time when I wouldn’t have hesitated to do it, but I know Falcon will have to leave for work soon. I sigh as I imagine what could have been.
Falcon looks up at my sigh. He smiles and puts the newspaper down.
“Morning, honey. What’s up?” he says.
I smile and shake my head and go to sit down beside him. I take a long sip of coffee and moan appreciatively.
“Nothing,” I say. “I was just appreciating the view.”
He laughs and leans over and kisses me. He looks at me as he pulls away, and for a second, I see that glint in his eye. The one that says he’s going to take me upstairs and fuck me until I am sore.
“The view from over here is pretty damn good too.” He winks.
“Do you remember when the twins were little? Babies really. And we knew they’d sleep for a couple hours in the afternoon. You’d come home from work, and we’d make love.”
“How could I forget?” Falcon laughs. “God, those were the days, weren’t they? Shame I’m an old man now and past my fighting days.”
“Hey, less of the old. I’m only two years behind you, you know.”
“Yeah, but you don’t look a day older than the day I married you,” he says.
“Liar.” I laugh.
He laughs with me and then he sighs.
“Funny how having a real job means you can’t just run out in the middle of the day.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I say quietly.
I pour milk on my cereal and begin to eat it.
“Yeah, you’re lucky,” he says.
I frown at him, and he smiles.
“I’m not teasing you, Elle. I love being able to give you the life you deserve. You’re far too good to be slaving away at a desk all day.”
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that,” I say. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this recently. And I’ve decided I want to go and get a job. The girls are old enough that they don’t need me to be here when they get home from school anymore, and I feel like it’s time for me to spread my wings a little bit, you know?”
He doesn’t respond immediately, and I work on my breakfast, which I’m suddenly not hungry for, while I wait for him to digest what I’m saying.
CHAPTER TWO
FALCON
My wife is fucking gorgeous. There’s not a moment that goes by when I’m not by her side that I’m not thinking about her. Just looking at her is enough to make my cock hard, and this morning is no exception. And that was before she started talking about us fucking in the middle of the day. I wish we could do that now. I’d give anything to slip out in the middle of the day and make Elle come like I used to. But I have a real job now, a busy, damn stressful one, and I can’t just leave whenever I want to.
I know I could find something else. When I quit the MMA, I was offered a job as a trainer, but there’s no real money in it, and Elle and the twins deserve the best. That means I need to make money. Real money. The kind that means Elle can stay home and I don’t have to worry about her.
She says I’m overprotective, and in some ways, I am, but New York can be a dangerous place, and the thought of anything happening to her kills me. I need to know she’s home safe and sound, or off having brunch with her girlfriends in the sort of establishment where nothing problematic is allowed to happen.
I know where my issues come from, but understanding it and being able to let it go are two completely different things. I was seventeen when it happened. My dad got made redundant, which in the corporate world, means they either replaced him or cut his position completely, and the small pay that came with it only went so far, and my mom had to go out to work to keep the family afloat. On her third day at her job, she was murdered. Shot down like a rabid fucking dog in the street. I saw what that did to my dad. I won’t let anything like that happen to Elle. I vowed it that day, and I know it now.
Her bombshell about wanting to go out to work hits me like a train. How can she even suggest such a thing? It wouldn’t be safe. And we don’t need the money. I look at her, waiting patiently for my answer.
Her brown hair sits on her shoulders, the blonde highlights shining in the morning sun that streams into the kitchen. She hasn’t put any makeup on yet, and her skin is radiant, her cheeks pink. I feel my cock stiffen as she puts her spoon into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around it for a moment. I imagine her lips somewhere else, like wrapped tightly around my cock, and I have to shift in my chair slightly to stop my cock from poking a hole in my pants.
