Page 57 of Meet Me at the Altar

“What were you reading?”

“NSFW.”

“What’s that?”

“An erotic romance by this author, Egypt Cynaé. A boss and her right-hand man have lots of kinky sex in the office, while she’s being blackmailed by her former boss and trying to save her business.”

I climbed into the tub and faced her. I lifted one leg and asked, “Are you practicing and getting ideas for us?”

“Baby, that book has nothing on the things I’m about to do to you.”

I chuckled and replied, “I hope so.” I sucked her toe in my mouth, and she slipped down in the tub with a deep moan.

“I was worried,” she confessed when I removed her toe from my mouth and massaged her foot.

“About?”

“I thought that I would be starting over from scratch. I’m almost thirty, and everything I worked hard to accomplish in my twenties went down the drain with that layoff. I thought I would have to start all over again.”

“You never would have had to do that. You’re not in this alone. I’m right here with you. We’re doing life together. That’s what marriage is all about, and I get that it’s hard for you to depend on someone, but you don’t have to be independent anymore. You’re a married woman with a husband who wants to provide for you, make life easy for you, and usher you into your soft life.”

She laughed. “You make it sound like I’m a kept woman.”

“Never that.”

“Thank you for what you did though.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I did have an interesting moment.”

“What was that?”

“I came across June Pak’s résumé on my desk.”

“The woman you said took pride in firing you.”

“One and the same. I gave her the honor of giving her a phone interview today, although I hadn’t done that with the other candidates.”

“And?”

“I told her that I appreciated her submitting her résumé but that we have more qualified candidates. We’ll have to pass.”

“Damn.”

“I’m not working with her, Andrès. I don’t trust her, she doesn’t respect me, and I’d be asking for trouble.”

“I’m not questioning you, Mrs. Jones, Chief Human Resources Officer.”

We laughed, and I leaned forward to lift her from her seat. “I have a special assignment for you.”

“What’s that?” she asked as I lowered her onto my lap.

“Ride this dick.”

“My pleasure, husband.”

I slid my fingers through her folds and parted them, as she slowly lowered onto my length. She was warm and slippery inside. Her soft folds cloaked my dick like a second skin, and gahdamn, I wanted to explode immediately.