“You’re married to me. I’m not sure how much more secure you can get.”
“I was right; you are full of yourself.”
“I beg to differ. Go to sleep; we have to work in the morning.”
I glance at the bedside clock; it is just after two. “It is the morning, and I’m sure you’ll be up in three hours to work out.”
“Not today. I rather like sleeping with you in my arms.”
“Get used to it. There’s a lot more where this came from.”
Foster kisses my neck again and snuggles against the pillow next to me, leaving me content.
“Baby, wake up,” I hear Foster say. I grumble and pull the covers tighter around me.
“Go ‘way, sleeping.”
“We have work.”
“I’m the boss’ wife; I get to do what I want.”
Foster chuckles. “One damn day, and you’re already getting lazy?”
“I can take my place in society, quit work, and conduct tea parties and lunches.”
I feel the bed dip before he kisses my cheek. “What about charity events and pet projects?”
“Those too, or I can just shop all day.”
“You can do whatever you want.”
I push the covers off and sit up as Foster removes his damp gray t-shirt, fresh from a workout. I can’t stop admiring his sculpted torso even though I’ve seen it a few times before.
“Would you want that for me?” I finally ask.
“In reality, no. I like having you in the office with me.”
“Why? I suck. I really should be sitting in a cubicle like the other low-level employees.”
“You don’t suck, and you’re my wife. How would it look if you sat in a cubicle?”
“Like you weren’t playing favorites.”
“I am playing favorites. You’re my favorite.”
Foster bens to kiss my lips, and this time I lace my hands around his neck, holding him to me. He responds by scooping me up in his arms, cradling my body against his chest.
“Put me down,” I request.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” he says as he complies and presses his lips to my forehead.
“I need a shower,” I mutter.
“Would you like to go first, or join me?”
“Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?”
“I said it was your choice. A shower together does not require sex.”