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“Aren’t I always?” He sits and rolls my office chair until his mouth is at my core. Then, he grabs my thighs and slips his tongue over my clit until I moan.
“Mmm-mmm, I sure missed this.” He sucks on my button, presses a finger to my sweet spot, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
While I’m still orgasmically throbbing, he turns me over, slides me to the edge of the table, and thrusts deep inside me. One hand on my back, the other pulling my hair, he drives me wild.
“Oh God.” As my second orgasm looms, he speeds to his release.
“Come with me, darlin’.”
“Ah, ah…” I push back to meet his next thrust, and as I climax, he shudders.
“Daammmn…” Bucking one last time, he collapses on my back. “Hell, I do believe I heard heavenly angels sing.”
“’Tis the season.” My fingers slide though his locks and we lay there for the longest time, simply enjoying a short reprieve from the craziness, otherwise known as our lives.
Chapter 6
Suds
Mondays have a way of sneaking up on a body when you’re not looking. After sleeping through the night without the alarm going off, Samantha and I drop Mikey off at daycare.
While we’re leaving the grade school, Miss Darlene, his teacher, taps my wife on the shoulder. “We’re all dying to know your ideas for the fundraiser.”
Sam glares, daring me to say something smart-alecky, but I zip my mouth shut. Hell, my gal got herself into this and she’s a brilliant woman. I’m sure she’ll pull this off like always. Otherwise, we’ll be packing up and heading to my mother’s old cabin in Utah. It don’t bother me none. I’ve been in some of the most hellish places on earth and learned it ain’t where you’re at as much as who you’re with.
My wife gives my bullet-wounded shoulder a soft pat. “Poor Sebastian was shot on the job aweekago, so I’m a little behind but don’t worry, I am on it. Can you please schedule a meeting of last year’s volunteers as soon as possible?”
Eyes focused on the young woman, I help Sam by offering up my best sad-eyed, puppy-dog look.
After a few seconds of my secret weapon, the teacher sighs. “Of course. Send me the list and I’ll get right on it.”
“Thank you, darlin’.” I seal the deal with an endearing, adorable wink.
Stunned by my damn cuteness, the woman blushes and before she can regain her commonsense, we dash for the door and rush down the school’s front steps.
At the bottom, my wife clunks her forehead on the only available solid surface, my chest. “I have no fucking idea how to even get started.”
“Get Mikey a passport and we’ll leave the country.” Half-serious, I wrap my arms around her.
“It came in the mail, yesterday.” Grinning, she kisses my astonished face. “What? You realize I can’t be tarred and feathered if they can’t find me.”
With years as a Navy SEAL under my belt, I trained for many dangerous missions, but never a Catholic School charity auction. “Let’s go back to the office and start plannin’.”
“Okay, but first, we need to visit the teenager who sold us the tree.”
Hell, no. We already got plenty on our plate.“Honey-”
“Nu-uh. We paid top dollar for real forest smell and am not going to stop until I have the scent of the season, dammit.” She’s so cute when she gets a bee in her bonnet, so I can’t help but tease her a bit more.
“How about I wash the floors with pine-scented cleaner?” My thumb pokes her most ticklish rib, but she cries uncle right away.
“It will only take an hour or so… please?” At her god-awful attempt to flutter her lashes, I let out a huge guffaw.
“Sugar pie, you aren’t a lash-battin’ kind of gal. You’re more of thegrab a bat and start smashin’woman.” Taking her gloved hand, I walk her back home. Should my luck hold out, I can get in some sweet lovin’ before someone interrupts us.
My beautiful wife skips to catch up, and as a cold rain starts to fall, the wind picks up. “So, are you helping me or not?”
“Only to prevent you from getting into a pickle.” Despite what I’ve said, my second sense has me on high alert.
