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I needed to touch base with my sister because she’d been off lately.
I needed to make sure my dress and heels were ready for the benefit for the Breakers Foundation tomorrow night.
And I needed to confirm that my brothers weren’t going to flake out on Christmas Eve dinner in two with Theo’s family…because my mom was my mom and we’d made a sort of peace, but I wouldn’t put it past her to pull all manner of shenanigans.
But most of all, I needed to…
Be with my husband.
Because life was too short and we’d fought so hard against—and thenfor—us, and I didn’t want to waste a second.
I picked up the bag of icing and spun in the circle of his arms.
“I need—” I saw his gaze flick to the bag, saw the tendril of disappointment enter his eyes, felt a pulse in my heart, but I knew exactly what would make that go away, so I kept talking. “—you to take this bag of icing and do whatever you want with it.” A beat. “And my naked body.”
As I talked, his brows had been lifting.
And his smile had been growing.
But I barely got that last part out before he’d thrown me over his shoulder and started carrying me from the room.
I squeaked. “Where are you going?”
“We’ve played this game before, and I know what kind of mess you make, Eva baby.” Which…rude, but he was pounding up the stairs, the movement stealing any response I might have made. And to be fair, I wouldn’t have been able to make much of one—even with that rude (because I was definitely not the one who made that mess…or not by myself, anyway). What with that show of strength and the rasping voice and the fact that we had arrived at the bathroom.
“What—?” I asked as he dropped me onto the counter, still holding the piping bag.
He was already stepping back, turning to the shower, cranking on the water.
Then he turned toward me and the heat in his eyes—
I shivered again.
He ripped his shirt up and over his head, dropped it to the tile floor, started working on the buckle of his pants.
Those hit the floor too.
Then his underwear.
But I wasn’t focused on where that landed.
Because his cock had sprung free, and it was glorious and hard and there was a bead of moisture clinging to the slit at the tip.
I hopped down, my knees hitting the fluffy rug.
And then I was sucking him deep, tonguing up the tiny drop of salty wetness.
“Fuck!”he groaned, hands coming to my hair, holding me to him.
When I reached up to wrap my fingers around him, I remembered the icing.
Oh yeah. Fuckingyeah.
I squeezed it on the length of his shaft, tasted the sweetness on my tongue as I swallowed him deep, as I stroked and licked and used just the slightest bit of teeth exactly as he liked—
For all of thirty seconds.
Because then he lost patience.
