Page 24 of A Season Of Sin

“Yes?”

“You’re the best fuckin’ wife.”

Smiling like a love-struck fool, I roll my eyes. “Stop it.” I wave him off. “Just because I’m okay with a guy fucking you in the ass doesn’t make me a good wife. We love each other. We’re…”

“No longer monogamous,” he cuts in, his tone dropping a handful of octaves into the not-so-lovely world of guilt.

“That’s not true,” I scold. “We’re monogamous with Wolf. It’s not like my hall pass will ever happen. Jason Mamoa isn’t suddenly gonna find me and whisk me away to the bedroom.”

“You never know.” Jace chuckles. “If you want, I could tape Jason’s face over mine so you can pretend.”

“You’re silly. No. I don’t want that. You’re hot. You’re also the best man I know. So, I’m good.”

Uncomfortable with the compliments, Jace rolls his thick shoulders and changes the subject. “I promise we’ll get the Christmas decorations up today.”

“I know we will. I’ve got some video editing to do, but apart from that, I’m free most of the day, too.”

“How about you finish up here, and I’ll fix breakfast?”

“Real breakfast or Wolf’s cock?” I tease and draw a cock on the foggy glass shower door.

Jace covers his eyes. “Oh. Shit. Don’t say that, babe. I was talking about real food. Not… fuck. I’ve got a hard-on already, and that just made it so much worse.”

Smiling at my silly husband, I admit something I’ve been thinking about since last night. “This is like dating all over again. All those excited feelings.”

“Yes. That’s exactly what this is,” he agrees, and my insides warm. It’s nice we’re on the same page. That this isn’t weird, or that I’m feeling something he isn’t.

Wiping the penis outline from the glass, I blow my husband a kiss. He grins, catches it in his hand, and instead of putting it where it belongs, he air kisses his cock, which only serves to make me giggle. “Go on and fix breakfast, husband. I’ll be down soon.”

Hopping off the vanity, Jace drags a hand down his face and groans. “You’ve turned breakfast dirty.”

“Then go dirty up our breakfast.”

“Fuck. Stop it.”

“Watching you suck his cock as your breakfast might be hot. I could join in. Maybe suck yours. Maybe sit on his face and let him get a nice breakfast, too,” I offer as Jace shakes his head.

“I’m leaving now, you dirty, dirty woman. At this rate, we won’t have a real breakfast.”

“Cum does a body good, Jace,” I call to his retreating form.

“Fuck.”

Vibrating with laughter at getting my husband riled up, I exfoliate with a coffee-infused sugar scrub and finish my hot shower.

Dirty talk has always been one of the things that gets Jace going. It’s adorable. When he gets turned on, I get turned on. I don’t know how or why it works that way, but it does and always has.

Today’s about to get interesting.

Very.

Very.

Very interesting.

But we need to talk to Wolf first.

It’s the right thing to do.