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“All part of the sexiness. Come on.” He steps back and holds out his hands so we can dance together.
My heart flies. This reserved, quiet, tattooed alpha man is jamming out to Taylor Swift with meandsinging along with the words. Words that resonate in my heart, because I don’t ever want this to end. Never want to lose him. Besides the boys, he’s everything.
As the song comes to a close, he pulls me into his arms. “That was fun.”
I know my eyes are shimmering as I look up at him. “Yes, it was. You’re what I always dreamed of in the smallest ways. Like someone to dance with me in the kitchen. It might seem simple, but it means so much to me.”
He places his hand on my chest, right over my heart, as he stares into my eyes. Then that hand slides up to the back of my neck, and he pulls my lips to his for a fiery kiss that is clearly leading to something else. Without pulling his lips from mine, he walks me backward to the counter and lifts me onto it, quickly yanking my leggings down.
I reach for the button of his jeans as he pulls a condom from his pocket. He catches my raised eyebrows and smiles. “I’m keeping these everywhere now since I never know when I’m gonna need to have you.”
His voice is low and gravelly in my ear and it goes straight to my vagina. Everything is throbbing for him.
I pull his shirt up and kiss his chest as he slides the condom down his length. Then he grabs my waist and plunges inside of me.
How is every single time this incredible?
That word is starting to sound dumb now.
I lean forward, kissing his collarbone and nipping at his neck. He drops his hand between my legs, rolling it over my swollen clit as he thrusts in and out.
My fingers curl into his hair as I breathe out the word, “Harder.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting faster. His hand slips into my hair. He tugs hard, tipping my neck back, and burying his face against it.
Every muscle in my body starts to contract, and then I explode. I moan his name as he pulls me closer to him, hitting the deepest spots before he stills and groans my name through his own orgasm.
His head drops against mine, and my eyes slip closed.
“You do something to me,” he growls in my ear. “I can’t function. All I want is you.”
“Mm. Same,” I pant. Then reality hits me, and I turn to look at the clock. “Shit. The boys will be here any minute.”
He helps me off the counter, making sure I’m steady on my feet before he lets go of me. Then he gives my ass a hard slap. “Go clean up. I’ll start pushing out the dough.” He sloppily kisses my cheek and I head to the bathroom, swooning as I go.
I never completely understood the phrase stupid-in-love before. But I am. And I act like a mindless idiot half the time because I’m so caught up in him, he’s all I can think about.
I’m walking back toward the kitchen when I hear a car door shut. I grab my jacket, slide on my boots, and walk out the front door to see Alex bolting from his father toward the porch.
I lean down and grab him by the shoulders. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Alex looks up at me with big, fat tears in his eyes, then he loses it, bawling in my arms. I turn back toward Tad and see him rolling his eyes.
I don’t know what happened, but I have a feeling I’m going to want to punch him.
“Alex, honey, tell me what happened?” He shakes his head and cries harder.
I look back at Tad and A.J., who is walking with his arms crossed over his chest. Alex is his hero. I’m guessing he’s mad Alex is crying, but he’s not sure who to be mad at yet.
“What happened?”
“He’s just being sensitive,” Tad says.
Ah, yes, another wonderful thing I learned about Tad throughout our marriage—he has a propensity to be misogynistic and leans hard into toxic masculinity. He threw away all the pink and brightly colored crayons in the crayon box because they were “girly” colors. When the boys were just toddlers, he’d tell them to grow a set and that boys don’t cry, only girls do. Then he’d look at me with an evil smile and say, “You don’t wanna be a girl, do you?”
“Somehow I doubt that,” I say, still trying to calm Alex.
Tad puts his hands on his hips. “I told him he couldn’t listen to some song.”
