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“Be good for your dad,” I instructed and ruffled his hair. “See you on Sunday, bud.” Logan steered Colby by his shoulders toward the front entrance doors and never looked back. I stood and watched him go, biting back a smirk because I figured he’d probably had some argument up his sleeve to use on Billie about Christmas if he’d gotten her alone. My mixing it up by being there instead of her had probably left him feeling deflated.
Being a buffer between Billie and her ex had become part of my daily life as her husband, and although sometimes I could see the guy far enough away from us, I was happy to cushion my wife from any drama he may have wanted to bring to our door.
“Well?” my wife asked before I’d even taken my hand off the knob after closing our apartment door.
“Well?” I mimicked, as I wandered into the room and saw her sitting reclined with her feet up in my La-Z-Boy chair. “Don’t get too comfortable there, that chair is mine, remember?” I joked.
She squirmed on the leather chair like she was making herself at home, but looked concerned. “Was he … difficult?”
“Who? Oh, him?” I asked, pretending I had no idea who she was referring to. “I think we’ve spent entirely too long on the subject of Logan Drummond this week, so the L word is banned and our miniature built-in cockblocker has a new assignment with his father for the weekend. Meanwhile you, my pretty, have all this gorgeousness to feast on for a while,” I said, making light of her anxious question, by whipping off my T-shirt, running my hands up and down my torso, and wiggling my hips suggestively.
Flexing my muscles, I flashed my ripped abs and tweaked my pecs making them jiggle and struck a pose any bodybuilder would have been proud of right there in the sitting room. Initially she bit back a smile, but it cracked through her lips until her teeth showed a little and spread on her face with a chuckle.
“You’re nuts,” she said, shaking her head.
“What about them?” I asked, twisting her words with a mock frown. I spread my knees, balancing on the outer edges of my feet as I pretended to check between my legs. When I looked back toward her, the sadness had gone from her eyes and they danced playfully. “Are any of those hormones in there, horny ones?” I teased pointing at her chest.
Raking her eyes over me she rolled them to the back of her head. “Lord, what did I do to deserve this man? He’s too much,” she mumbled into the air, and shook her head before she looked me straight in the eye.
“Never too much for you, my fine woman. And … all this can be yours for a dollar,” I told her theatrically. “Plus, sales tax of course,” I added for good measure. “Also, to show you how desperate I am for you to have me, I’d even take dime payments on that.”
My heart swelled in my chest when Billie laughed because it had been the first really hearty laugh I’d heard in a while. A warm feeling radiated through me at the sound, because with all the emotional turmoil she’d been in, there hadn’t been much to laugh about since we’d gotten back from my parents.
Patting the arm of the couch next to her chair, she made her desires known. I took her cue and dropped down on it. Leaning over I picked up her hand and laced her small delicate fingers in mine. “I love you so fucking hard, Mrs. Wild,” I told her, and lifted our hands to my mouth. I pressed a kiss to her knuckles and let my mouth linger there. She rewarded me with a serious look full of intent and the familiar spark of chemistry burst between us.
“Hard?” she repeated and shot me an impish grin.
“What, you don’t believe me?” I asked, lowering her hand to my groin. Sliding my fingers from hers, I laid her palm flat over my cock and her eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Already?” she asked.
“Always,” I replied. “It does this fairly often … of its own free will, sometimes I only have to look at you,” I admitted.
“Damn, you’ve got it bad,” she muttered with a raised eyebrow then her face fell serious as her eyes searched my face. “I know I look like a whale right now, but in my defense and erring on the positive side, this is the best I’m going to look for a while,” she told me as she glanced down at her abdomen swollen with our growing babies.
“Nonsense, you’ve never looked more beautiful, and if you don’t mind a little afternoon delight, I’d be more than happy to take you to our bed and have fun practicing all those illustrated sexual positions in that helpful pregnancy book of yours.”
“You know, I think I’d like that, Mr. Wild, I mean in a few weeks, you may not get anywhere near me.”
I chuckled. “Now you underestimate me. First, you’ve seen the size of me, right? I’m a biiiig boy,” I joked, and she laughed again.
“What are you laughing at?” I asked, playfully. “Do you know how many guys’ dicks I’ve seen in restroom stalls?”
“Eww, are you a peeping Tom?” she laughed, her eyebrow raised. Rising to my feet, I gently pulled her footstool away and helped her as she stood beside me.
“Every boy does it at some time or another, high school was the worst.”
“Thank God, I’m not a guy,” she muttered, “I’d hate other women checking me out like that.” She shuddered and I laughed, as I tugged her toward our bedroom.
“Right now, looking at you, I’m thanking him that I am.”
“You’re so cheesy sometimes,” she said, seriously.
“Who cares? And if I can’t be sappy with you, then, when can I ever?” I asked, as I slid my hands around her back and I began to take her clothes off.
“Oh,” she moaned a little breathily, as I dropped her top to the floor and my hands glided up her body. I turned her around and laid her gently on the bed. We both knew it was going to be a slow and tender connection because we had plenty of time to worship each other with no interruptions.
