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“I don’t know. We’re both essentially unemployed. Maybe we should wait.” He looks down at me and cocks a brow. “Although, if we combine our resources...”
“I think we should do it.” I nod. “Let’s get a realtor.”
Connor steps forward, eliminating the minuscule space between us. My palms splay across his chest and roam to the broad planes of his back. He rests his cheek on top of my head and moans when I skim down his spine and dip my fingers just below the waistband of his jeans. His hips jerk against me, his rigid cock nestles against my stomach.
Hooking my thumbs in his belt loops, I grab his muscular butt and squeeze. Yank him in toward me. He returns the favor by banding his arm under my ass and lifting me. I lock my legs around his waist as he turns and hustles across the living room and down the hallway lined with pictures. He stops at the last door. Manages to haul me inside without dropping me.
We burst into a room full of amps and instruments. “Is this Carter’s practice space?”
“Aye,” he growls. “It was LTZ’s original practice space too. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about fucking you here, Mae.”
Tenderly, he sets me down on an amp. I waste no time unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. He rips off his Henley. I look up into his feral, amber eyes. “Let me.”
He nods, grinding his teeth in anticipation. I pull out his cock and wrap my hand around him. Using the beads of precum from his crown, I pump my fist up and down his hard length before guiding it inside my mouth. Connor leans into me, bracing himself on either side of the amp with flattened palms. He cants his hips as I suck. Lick. Lave. Swirl. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suction the tip of his shaft down my throat.
“Christ, Mae.” He cups my head and pumps, nearly choking me. Saliva spills out of my mouth, but I don’t stop until he pulls out abruptly. “I’m too close.” He steps away, his wet cock bobbing against his flat stomach.
I lean back on the amp, though there’s not much room. Connor kneels in between my legs and unzips my jumpsuit. He looks down at my midsection and then up at me, perplexed. I shrug. I’m wearing constricting Spanx that stretch up to my bra line. “I didn’t expect to get fucked in the practice room, babe.” I unclasp my front-loader black bra and give him an assist in rolling down the tight undergarment. The process is not sexy by any stretch of the imagination, but then again, we’re an old married couple now. I guess it’s time he discovered my secret to looking tight and toned in my clothes.
“You’re not making this easy.” Connor grins when he flings my undergarment to the floor. Returning to the matter at hand, he grips my jaw with gentle pressure. Drags his fingers through my soaking folds. Every nerve ending in my body ignites when he lines himself up with my opening and guides himself inside. I grip his forearms and lock my feet around his waist. Watching him disappear to the root. Slide out and push back in.
Each time his cock drags along my channel, sparks shoot up my spine. “God, Connor. Faster.”
Reacting to my frenzied need, Connor lowers his chest to mine and brackets my head on the stack of amps behind us. He dips his chin down to capture one of my nipples with his teeth. Sucks it in time to his thrusts. I can’t help but murmur words of encouragement. What we’re doing here seems so forbidden. So hot. It reminds me of the years when we were separated for long stretches of time and his dressing room became our den of debauchery.
Connor drives into me, hitting my clit at the exact precise angle, sending me spiraling into release. He doesn’t stop, merely buries his face into my hair. Bucking into me. Hot. Frantic. His hips slap against mine. Our fingers are tangled in each other’s hair. We’re kissing, sucking, biting any bit of skin we encounter. His fingertips dig into my ass. He slams me against him, swiveling his hips, sending me over the edge again.
As I’m seizing around him, Connor bucks into me with abandon before stilling and spilling into me, prolonging my orgasm. Our chests rise and fall together. Our breath mingles. I can’t help but sigh with contentment. “I needed that.”
“Aye. Me too.” He watches himself ease out of me, leaving behind a pool of our combined pleasure on the top of the amp. I lean back while he searches for something to clean me up. “Christ, let me grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall.”
I can’t help but giggle when he shoves himself into his pants and scoots out the door to return thirty seconds later with a wet washcloth. He wipes me up and cleans off the amp. I shimmy my jumpsuit back on—without the Spanx this time. “We’re taking that washcloth with us.” I wag my finger at him. “Carter won’t miss it.”
“We’re so bold.” Connor can’t help but laugh as we walk to the front door.
We’re about to leave when the front door opens. Lianne stares at us, shocked. “Well, I didn’t expect to find you two here.”
Our faces are definitely the shade of a tomato. Connor stutters, “Uh, Zane said I could show Ronni the, uh… view. We’re…”
“Looking for a permanent house in Seattle. Connor thought I’d like the neighborhood,” I smoothly take over. “How’s Carter doing?”
She glances at both of us. “His vitals are better. They will likely release him in a couple days.”
“If you need anything…” Connor tilts his head.
She sighs. “About twenty-four hours of solid rest.”
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, we were on our way out. We’ll check in on you in a couple of days.” I grip her elbow and we scoot past her out the door.
On the way to Connor’s parents’ house, we can’t help but sneak knowing side looks. Chuckle every now and then. It’s going to be a good memory.
I can’t help but think that even if our lives are entirely up in the air, there’s no one I’d rather be on this adventure with than my husband. Getting up to some mischief. Loving our kids. Meshing our lives into one functioning unit.
Both of us were fully capable on our own.
Sometimes we revert into old patterns.
Together is better, though. Even when it’s hard.
