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“What do you mean?” he asks, suddenly stopping.
“The guys on the team have all been skating since they were kids. Training day in and day out. All were drafted from their college hockey teams,” I inform him. I can’t believe I’m actually having this conversation in my kitchen right now. I figured this was general knowledge, but even if it wasn’t, at some point common sense has to enter the chat.
“Fuck,” he grunts, looking as though I’ve just taken a massive dump over his whole career plan. “What am I going to do now? I practically told my girlfriend I was already on the team.”
“Tough break, man,” I say with a tight smile, really not interested in the exaggerated lies he tells his girlfriend. “Anyway, now’s not really a great time,” I tell him as I hand the little tablet back to him.
He takes it from me and slides it into his pocket before giving me a sad smile. “Right. Well, it was great to meet you,” he says before turning his back and making his way to the door.
Sophie follows to make sure he actually leaves, rather than taking a crapload of our shit to sell on eBay like the last obsessive fan who wandered into our house did. She sends him on his way before returning to me with a massive grin. “Can you believe that?” she asks, as she bursts into laughter.
“I know,” I grunt. “I kind of felt bad bursting his bubble like that.”
“You did the right thing,” she says, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my body before letting her hands wander down to my ass.
“Speaking of doing the right thing,” I say, narrowing my gaze on the little she-devil. “You brought him in here on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grins.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“Really?” she asks as her nails dig into the flesh of my ass. “How so?”
“You’ll find out,” I tell her with a grin, imagining the position I’ll be putting her in later. “But first you need to feed my son.”
“Fine,” she says, reaching up onto her tippy-toes and planting the sweetest kiss on my lips. “Can you help me put the stroller together after that?”
“Sure thing.”
Together we go about the kitchen, dishing up dinner and flopping down onto the couch to eat. I decide to get started on the stroller while Sophie takes her sweet ass time with dinner. Apparently, now that the baby is taking up so much room, she has to eat slowly to avoid throwing it all back up again. Just to make my point, she belches so loud, the fucking neighbors can hear.
My wife is so fucking charming.
Twenty minutes later, I finish with the stroller just as Sophie finishes her dinner. I collect her plate off the side of the couch and make my way into the kitchen before rinsing off the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, all while Sophie clings to my back.
I turn in her arms and lift her so I can easily kiss her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I place her down on the kitchen counter. “Thanks for dinner,” she murmurs against my lips.
“My pleasure.”
Sophie pulls back just enough so that we can have a decent conversation without our lips mushing together. “Should we go to bed?” she asks with hooded eyes, clearly having her own agenda for the night.
“Nope,” I say with a shake of my head as my fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt and start pulling it over her head. She raises her arms and allows the shirt to come off before dropping it in a heap at my feet. “You owe me,” I remind her.
“And what is it that you so desperately desire?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with hunger.
I step back from her and take her in, still in the harness, minus the heels, and looking as stunning as ever. I continue backing away from her until I’m leaning against the opposite counter. “Spread ’em,” I tell her.
She does what she’s told, extremely slowly, and I feel the blood rushing to my dick as I watch her move. She shuffles back onto the center of the counter to give herself some room as she spreads her legs as wide as possible. She places her feet up on the counter, making sure she gives me the best possible view.
Fuck me.
I take my dick in my hand and watch as her eyes zero in on the movement, flaming with desire. “What now?” she purrs in that velvety voice.
“Harness. Off.” I order.
Once again, she happily obliges, though naturally, she does it as slowly as she possibly can, making it pure, sensual torture. Then finally, those perfect tits look back at me, desperate to be touched. Sophie sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, nearly driving me to the edge. “Touch yourself, baby,” I tell her. “I want to watch.”
