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Then she thumps me on the arm. “I looked everywhere for that and you let me!” She gapes at me in outrage and I kiss the ring on her finger.
“Sorry, not sorry, considering someone stole my practice jersey last year and made me do the same thing,” I remind her dryly.
“I didn’t steal it. I just didn’t return it. You fell asleep on my couch after the last game of the season and took it off when you got too hot or something.” She’s grinning like it’s a very good memory and I narrow my eyes.
“Were you staring at me while I slept, Short Stack?”
She nods enthusiastically. “It was a sight. Still is,” she adds, teasing me with a finger down the front of my shirt.
“I feel so objectified,” I huff while seriously thinking I’m the luckiest man on earth.
Nira
This trip back to the lodge for our one-month anniversary is meant to be our real honeymoon. I know Joe still feels guilty that I didn’t have a big ceremony like the one my sister ran away from and all the trimmings. But I thought our wedding was perfect. Except for all the extra people hanging around. I love waking up in Joe’s arms every morning and knowing I can touch him as much as I want.
I’m telling him all this now, chattering away like I always do when Joe suddenly growls, stopping me in mid-sentence. I look over to find out what’s causing that reaction to discover that he’s slowing down to turn on to an old logging road. He stops the car under a giant cedar tree, unbuckles his seatbelt and then his pants. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he’s hauled me over onto his lap and pushed my panties to one side.
“If you keep talking about touching like that, there will be swift and immediate consequences, Short Stack,” he growls again while pulling my hips down, impaling me on his cock.
“Ooph,” I laugh with surprise and delight at suddenly being filled with Joe. There’s not much room to maneuver, so I concentrate on milking him for all I’m worth with my inner muscles. Joe’s firm hands hold me in place, his mouth ravishing mine. He always insists I cum first but in this circumstance I’m in control, so I’m not surprised when he grunts into my mouth and I can feel his cum pulsing into me in long ropes. When he pulls his lips away from mine with a long moan, I drop kisses on his jaw and squeeze his cock just a little tighter.
“You know the rules, Mrs. Heller,” Joe says mildly before reaching down and teasing my clit until I cum not once, but two times. That’s the rule if I manage to make him go first. Joe kisses me softly, then slides me off his lap and back to the passenger seat. He buckles my seat belt before saying, “We still have about an hour to go — why don’t you talk about something like knitting?”
“But I don’t knit,” I point out blankly. Joe glares at me. “Oh, right. I didn’t know you were really listening.”
“I’m always listening to you, Nira. Just because I don’t always respond doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it.”
“Oh!” I sit up more cheerfully, my pussy still humming with happiness. “Let’s talk about your birthday. Do you want a party?”
One haughty eyebrow answers that question. “Right, no party. Would you rather take a trip someplace cold where you can teach me to skate?”
That gets a bitten back smile, so I think we’re on to something. I can’t stay upright on skates to save my life, at least not and move at the same time. Joe has offered more than once over the years to fix that for me, but I knew having his hands on me would reveal all my secrets, so I always turned him down. But now I don’t have to. “Is it possible to fuck on skates?” I ask curiously.
Joe gives an exasperated sigh. “Nira? What did we just talk about?”
“Oh, right. Knitting. But is it?”
He gives me one of those looks. It’s full of annoyed adoration, which I interpret as yes, it is, and he’s now picturing it and won’t tell me about it but will show me, eventually. His birthday is still two months away, though. I go back to trying to figure out the logistics in my head.
I think I have at least a working theory when we arrive at the lodge. We park off to the side because there’s a car parked directly in front of the entrance and a man with clear signs of pain and exhaustion being helped into the building by another man in a suit. A pretty young woman is standing by the running car, looking uncertain. I’m beyond curious to know their story. Maybe I can ask Mrs. Donnelly later. She’s bound to know and then the poor girl won’t be scared off by me, a total stranger, bombarding her with questions.
Joe raises an eyebrow at my sudden silence. I’d been talking about what I wanted in our new house on autopilot while working out the skating sex problem, but switched both off when presented with this new mystery.
“I was just thinking about how I want you to fuck me first, darling. Maybe on the balcony?”
I grin when Joe growls, long and low. There’s a promise of retribution in the baritone reverberations. I definitely got the best bodyguard ever, all those years ago!
Epilogue
Nira
“Nira! Get in here. Now.” Joe’s bark sends a wave of chuckles through the office except for the shocked gasp from the new admin assistant who hasn’t been here long enough to know.
I glide into Joe’s office, not at all surprised to see him scowling at his computer screen. He holds out a peremptory hand and drags me around the desk and onto his knee. His hand on my hip is gentle, belying the grumpy expression on his face. He points with his other hand. “Why did you do that, Short Stack? Why?”
I glance at the screen to find the photo montage from the VIP client party we hosted last month. It was my idea to make everyone feel like they’re part of a big security family, do a little networking amongst themselves, knowing that their businesses have been fully vetted by Joe and basically have a good time. I know exactly what has him miffed, but I make him tell me, anyway. “What’s the matter, Joe?” I widen innocent eyes at him while straightening his tie.
“I’m smiling! That’s what’s wrong. How is anyone going to take me seriously if they see that sappy grin on my face?”
