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“I can be real quick when I wanna be, babe, you know it.”
“We’re not having sex in the living room when our daughter is sleeping down the hall!”
“Who said anything about having sex?” I snicker.
She whacks me on the arm.
“I have a present for you.” I reach down to my jeans pocket, moving my hand to the bulge between my legs and feel around my groin.
“I’m warning you!” But her protests are futile as I pull her into my arms and kiss her like my life depends on it.Our hot, wet lips can’t get enough of each other once we get started.
“I really do have a present in there, baby!” I have the divorce papers sticking out of the front of my jeans, too. Granted, the papers aren’t the only thing I have hiding. I lift up my shirt to show her as she crawls up into my lap and we kiss like we’re teenagers again in the back of her Jeep and I’m about to take her virtue.
Oh, I’ll be doing that tonight, that’s for sure.Over and over again.
Her sweet little fingers trail along my belt buckle, then graze over my hard cock, while I pull out the rolled up paperwork. “Brookie, what is this?”
I grab her hand and slide it back to my groin, rubbing it up and down over my hard length. “What do you think it is?”
“Something big,” she murmurs, as her tongue finds mine and we dance.
My spare hand slides under her Christmas sweater to her full breasts and I give them a squeeze each. “You’re on the right track, Baby Doll.”
“I bet I am.”
“I’m gonna suck on these in bed until you can’t take it anymore, right after we get the fire roaring.”
She laughs, pulling back to finally see the paperwork I’m now holding. “The fire is roaring, Brookie. Wait, is that…” Her eyes widen as she takes it in what I’m about to do.
“This is the only copy in existence of our non-divorce. What do you say we burn the papers now and be done with it?”
“Should we hang onto them for safekeeping?”
“Like a memento?” I ponder.
“No, just in case we ever need them again.” She tries to hold in her laughter.
I give her a look and drop my hands, still holding our non-divorce papers with one, the other tries to tickle her under her sweater. “Say that again, Mrs. Bassett.”
She tries to wriggle from me, grabbing the papers and holding them away. “You just never know, Mr. Bassett!”
“I do know. It’s all I’ve ever known. Now let’s burn the fuckers so I can take my wife to bed.”
Her lips reach mine and she melts into our kiss, handing the papers back over without protest and we both scoot over to the roaring fireplace. I pull the guard back and rip the pages in two, handing her one half.
“On the count of three…”
“Wait!”
I give her an amused look, because I know where she’s heading.
“Is it one, two, then three, or…”
I dip my head to peck her beautiful mouth. “Let’s save counting and just throw them in.”
And we do just that simultaneously. Both sitting back on our heels to watch them curl up in the flames and burn right before our eyes. The words becoming more obsolete as they disintegrate.
“Finally, you’re mine,” I sigh.
