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I try so hard to keep my line of sight aimed at the detailed tattoo of a gothic cross inked onto his left pectoral.
One second.
Two Second.
Three—
Epic fail.
Lawd, his cock is something else.
The mere sight of Big A rejuvenates my tired body.
My heart beats a little faster as my imagination starts creating all the unchartered possibilities.
“Am I distracting you?”
“You play dirty.”
“I try not to brag.”
“Somehow, I doubt that.” I stand up, letting the sheet slip seductively away from my body. “Two can play this game.”
“Well, hello, my saucy queen. I do love a competitive nature.”
Epilogue
MOVING MOUNTAINS MAKETH A GOOD LIFE
Three years later
Tucker
My smartwatch vibrates, telling me I need to get up, but my body wants to stay curled around my gorgeous semi-naked wife before her instincts take over, and she’s awake and getting up.
Cracking an eye open, I can see the new day is waking up through the open curtains. Reaching out, I grab my phone off the bedside table, flip it over and click on the security app.
A smile spreads across my face watching our three-year-old son climbing out of his low-to-the-floor racing car bed at the glorious time of 5:32 a.m. He has alerted the sensors in his bedroom, which tell my wrist device that our little boy is no longer sleeping, which means one of us is not staying in bed for much longer.
Kissing my wife’s shoulder, I roll groggily out of bed, dragging my hand through my messy hair to tame it away from my face.
“Rory,” she murmurs sleepily, her body moving to gravitate toward me. “Is he safe?”
Holding my hand out, touching her shoulder, I halt her movement. “You stay sleeping, beautiful. I’ll get up for our son. You don’t have to worry about anything. Stay snuggled in, and I will attend to everything.”
“Best husband ever,” she sighs, puckering her lips, her eyes still closed.
My woman is exhausted, with no energy even to open her eyes, but she is on autopilot when it comes to our connection. Her body can’t deny what we have between us.
Holding my phone up, I can see from his nightlight that Rory is happily playing with toys on his floor, which usually keeps him occupied for ten minutes—give or take.
“Husband, mouth…”
I chuckle softly, dropping the phone on my pillow so I can concentrate on loving my wife.
“Patience, woman.” I put a knee to the bed, accepting her offer, snaking a hand into her fluffed-out bed hair so that I could get at her mouth.
“Mmm… always such a thorough kisser…” she trails off so she can draw me closer down, getting herself underneath me in an expert practiced move.
