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Soon…It won’t be long ‘till it’s my turn to suckle on Josephine.
Cruz yawns and stretches in my arms. He’s already getting too long to be held in only one arm—I need both arms to keep the wiggle worm in place.
Bedtime is approaching for the twins, and I’m getting excited.
Private time with Josephine is limited these days, with the newborns consuming most of our free time. But tonight is going to be special.
Josephine had her six-week follow-up with her new gynecologist this morning. The doctor gave her a clean bill of health, meaning she’s able to engage inphysicalactivity.
From the bedroom eyes she’s been giving me all afternoon, the message is clear—I’m getting lucky tonight. My cock is weeping with anticipation for this reunion and trying to bust through the zipper of my jeans.
My wife lifts Easton to her shoulder and gently pats his back. The kid burps like a champ and settles against hismama’sshoulder, out like a light. Josephine stands gracefully from the bed, gives me a wink followed by a naughty little smile, and heads off to the nursery with Easton.
Fuuuck! Am I drooling?
That little smile of hers is filled with all kinds of romantic promises. I look down at Cruz in my arms and see his dark eyes are rolling, ready to conk out like his younger twin. As eager as I am, I continue to rock him gently.
Come on, buddy! Papá wants to get laid.
As soon as he shuts his eyes, I’m out of the bed and heading across the house to the nursery like a man on a mission. Hades and Runt follow me, choosing to sleep in the nursery with the twins. They’re the best guard dogs.
Josephine passes me in the hall. Her slender fingers trail down my bicep as she sashays past me. I stop and watch her head back to our bedroom, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion like a pendulum.
Shaking my head to clear my lust fog, I hurry into the nursery with Cruz as quietly as I can and lay him in his crib next to his brother’s. I flip the switch on the monitor, turn on the nightlight, and tip-toe out of the room, shutting the door gently behind me.
Free and clear of my sons, I’m sprinting back across the house, stripping out of my clothes as I go. Unable to control my momentum, I skid past our bedroom door and have to grab onto the doorframe to stop myself. I stumble my way back into the room and freeze.
Josephine lays across the bed seductively in the black lingerie I bought her as a belated twenty-eighth birthday gift. Wasn’t able to give it to her on her birthday since she was in Argentina.
In her hand, she holds up a little eyedropper bottle with an Italian label.
Hot damn! This woman is fucking perfect.
“Is that what I think it is?” I ask with a rough voice, raw and full of need. I already know the answer as her citrus pheromone scent hits me in the nose full force.
Josephine smiles and bites her bottom lip. “Wanna play?”
Game time!
I bob my head frantically. “Yes, please!” I dash across the room and tackle her on the bed like a starved man attacking a steak dinner.
Fuck, she smells good, like lemons and her arousal. Ripe and ready for me to indulge on.
Josephine squeals with laughter as I attack her with kisses, my overgrown beard tickling her along her neck when I breathe her in.
“Aw, baby. Why did you put that oil on? I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Something cool touches my neck. Josephine rubs her fingers into my skin. “And now neither can I,” she sings mischievously. She presses her nose to my neck, inhaling deeply.
I touch my neck, feeling the oily texture under my fingertips. Stunned, I stare gobsmacked at her.
Oh, my God! Does she realize what she’s doing?
Last time we messed with this stuff, we ended up with two in the oven.
Mesmerized, I watch as Josephine’s dainty pink tongue circles her lips in a slow, sensual swirl.
Yes. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
