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I roll my eyes, but he catches me mid-roll and presses a heavy kiss against my lips.
“How’d it go? The fight.”
“Pretty similar to his other fight, but the other guy was heavier. He sucked, but he threw a lot of haymakers, which is why Jack has a busted lip and eye.”
“How’d Jack cope when he was hit?”
I shrug. “Kept his cool. Hardly reacted at all, except he got a pretty dead-on jab before the guy brought his fist back up.”
Bobby smiles proudly. “That’s my boy. I’m so pissed at myself for missing it.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll be there next time.”
“I will. I promise.” Stroking his hand along my hair, he tugs it back until our eyes meet. “What about you, babe? What’s happening with you?” Unhappy with the distance between us, he takes my hips with a grunt and pulls me up to straddle his hips. “I hate that I even have to ask that. I should just know. You’re my wife. We live in the same house, but I have to ask you what’s up. I’m disgusted with myself.”
“Don’t be so tough on yourself. You’ve been working really hard.” I trace his firm chest and stomach, just to point out the results of his hard work. “You’re doing something really important, babe. I’m proud of you. Not many people achieve what you’ve achieved.”
“My little brother did,” he dramatically pouts.
I snort. “Don’t be jealous of him. He’s cute, but he’s not you.”
Leaning up onto his elbows with a smirk, he pulls my face down to press a kiss to my lips. “Talk to me, baby. What’ve you been up to?”
“Nothing much.” I sit up tall. “I’ve been working with Iz, my weights are getting heavier. I’ve been running again, too. It feels good.”
“Yeah? How’s your knee? You’re wearing the brace, right?”
I swoon a little inside that this man remembers an injury I mentioned one single time a whole year ago. “It’s good. The first time was a bit shaky. I can feel it slipping sometimes.” He grits his teeth for my pain. I can’t say that shit doesn’t hurt. “But yes, I’ve been wearing the brace, and my times are getting better. A few years ago I could run an hour straight, easy. But eighteen months ago, I’d have been lucky to do five minutes.”
“That’s good, babe. Your body’s changing, I’ve noticed.”
“You have?”
“Of course. I’ve been busy, but I’m not blind.” He lifts his upper body to come closer. “I’ve noticed these,” he runs his fingertips over my biceps, “and these,” along my thighs, “and this has lifted,” he cups my ass. “Your back arch is deeper, and your stomach is flatter.” He lifts me over his face like I weigh no more than a toddler, and when I squeal with laughter, he presses a laughing kiss to my belly. Sitting me back on his hips, his hardened dick presses against my ass and has my eyes widening.
He smirks playfully. “These have stayed the same, though.” Walking his fingers along my stomach, he stops under my shirt covered breasts and cups them. He brushes his thumbs along my nipples and bites his lip when I groan.
“Do you wish they changed? Bigger? Smaller?”
“Nuh-uh. They’re exactly right.” He lifts and latches onto one of the peaks before I can react. He bites through my shirt, causing me to cry out and drag his head closer.
I want more, so much more.
He pulls back, but only far enough to lift my top and expose my plain black bra. “Perks of being married?” My face flares with warmth. Mental note: wear something sexier for him next time. “No more fancy lingerie for you?”
“Definitely perks of being married, babe.” He reaches around and flicks the catch on my bra. “I love everything you wear, because it all looks the same once it’s on the floor.” He throws my bra to the side and hungrily latches onto my bare nipple.
Crying out, I thread my fingers in his hair to pull him close and press down against his throbbing cock for friction. Growling with pleasure, a rumble rolls up his chest and sends sparks pinging through my stomach.
Lifting me, he spins and flips us until he hovers above me. Taking my mouth with his, he devours mine hungrily and pushes his tongue in demandingly. “I love you so fucking much, baby.”
I pull his shirt up in a desperate attempt to feel his skin on mine. I leave it at his chin and pull him down with a sigh of pleasure.
I’ve missed this.
I wrap my legs around his hips, but he undoes them again and violently tugs my pants down. “Oh, God. You had no panties on?” Groaning, he kisses me hungrily and slides his hands between my legs.
Panting, I lift my hips in search. “No panties. I was hoping you might notice.”
