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Adam
Settling onto the couch beside Angel while she pumped and watched her current HGTV addiction, Hot Mess House, Adam laid his arm out along the back rather than trying to put it around her. Things were going really well tonight, and he didn’t want to mess it up by trying to touch her. He’d been thinking about what Olivia had said.
More things had changed since they’d had Melody than he’d realized. He hadn’t thought about Angel not going out for girl time in forever, at least, not without Melody.
Adam had always been more focused on hanging out with the group as a whole. He wanted more time with Angel, not less. Even though it hurt to admit it, she needed more than that. Before Melody, she’d had ladies’ night with her friends at least every other month, and usually a night, if not more, with her best friend Leigh between.
He’d been so focused on how Melody had changed their relationship, he hadn’t thought about how her arrival had changed all of Angel’s relationships. His hadn’t changed that much. If he wanted to go to the dojo and see his friends there, he did. He’d mostly seen them at Stronghold or during major events outside of that—which still held true, even though he came with a baby.
It wasn’t that his social life was dead, but Angel’s had always been far more active. Now it wasn’t.
How had he missed that?
Well, now that he knew, it was something he could fix.
He waited until she was done pumping, then took the parts to clean while she packed up the rest of the pump. The tv was showing an ad when he sat back down next to her and brought it up.
“How would you feel about having a ladies’ night next weekend?” He kept his tone as casual as he could, but that didn’t affect her reaction. Blinking in surprise, she turned to him, her shoulder brushing along the inside of his arm where it was resting along the back of the couch again.
“What?”
“A ladies’ night. I realized tonight you haven’t had one in a while. It would be like tonight except you’d go out with your friends, and I’d stay here and watch Melody. Maybe have the guys over to keep me company.”
The way her mouth still hung open twisted his gut, but he could see the thoughts racing through her head. She wanted to. She felt guilty about it. The same way she had tonight.
It was his job, as her husband and her Dom, to push her past her guilt to what she really needed. Maybe that was something else she needed. Her Dom, to give her permission to do the things she needed for herself, which had nothing to do with being a mother.
“Yeah, we’re doing that.” He nodded his head decisively. “Friday or Saturday night. Let me know.” Daring to bring his arm down around her shoulders, he pulled her against him, and she didn’t pull away. Maybe because she was in shock, but it didn’t matter. “Text your group chat and see which is better for everyone.”
For a moment, she didn’t move, then she reached over to pick up her phone where it was resting on the couch beside her. Then she put it back down.
“It’s after midnight. I’ll text them tomorrow.”
“Oh. Right.” He should be more tired, but right now, he was too wound up. “Tomorrow is good. I’ll see if any of the guys want to come over and hang out with me here.”
Angel
Her emotions felt like they’d gone on a wild roller coaster ride.
Did she want to go out with her friends? Absolutely. Was she hit with a hard wave of guilt as soon as she realized how exciting the thought was? Oh yes, a huge one. It was a craving, as if she’d forgotten chocolate existed, then someone had shoved a vat of it under her nose.
Adam was the Provider of the Chocolate. In this case, ‘chocolate’ being time with her friends without having to think about all the mom stuff—other than pumping.
“Thank you.” Leaning forward, she kissed him full on the lips.
Felt him start to respond.
Hesitate.
Angel leaned in, putting her hand on Adam’s thigh, sliding it up to his already very hard cock.
That was all her poor, pent-up Dom needed.
Next thing she knew, she was on her back on the couch with her husband’s hard, hot weight on top of her, and he was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Tingles went up and down her skin even as guilt tried to push its way back in. She knew why he was kissing her with such desperation.
Hands slid down her sides along the outsides of her thighs and pulled her legs up, so his body could nestle between them. She’d changed out of her club clothes, and the thin fabric of her pajama pants and underwear barely felt like a barrier against the thick ridge of his erection.
