But they all live here. There aren’t kids in the picture.
Right. Their situation is not my situation. It’s not the same.
Still, I’m jealous as fuck, and I want what Ivy has.
I pause with my coffee-flavored liqueur half-way to my mouth.
Oh. Shit.
That’s not good.
You mean the sex. You just mean the sex. You’re really, really going to miss the hot foursome sex.
Sure I am.Of courseI am.
But…that’s not what I mean.
“Hey Harrison?” I ask.
He turns away from flirting with his wife—okay, she’s nottechnicallyhis wife, but…oh, hell, she’s pretty much his wife—and gives me a grin. “Yeah?”
“I’m going to need another drink.”
“You got it.” He starts to reach for the Kahlúa.
I shake my head. “Oh, no. It’s going to need to bewaystronger than that.”
CHAPTER31
Cas
“You better be naked,”I tell James as I set my glasses on the nightstand, strip off my pajama pants, and pull back the sheets to slide into bed with him.
“Feel for yourself,” he says with a smile. “Is Noah finally asleep? I can’t see the monitor from here.”
I pause, and grab the tablet to prop it next to James, knowing if he can’t see our son sleeping peacefully in his crib on the screen, he would be distracted with every little sound, real or imagined. The way he loves our son is incredible, so I never dismiss his fretting.
Once I’m under the comforter, I snuggle up against him and find he is very much naked and very much sporting a hard cock.
“Babe, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I murmur, stroking over his cock with a light touch that I know will drive him crazy. I give him a hard, demanding kiss and pull back to stare at his handsome face. “It’s been years since we fucked.”
“It was yesterday,” he says dryly. He cups my cheeks and kisses me back, sliding his tongue between my lips.
He shifts his foot and calf over my leg so that his cock is pressed against mine and I give a low moan of approval. The kiss heats up and I grip his tight ass, the result of all his years of hard work in the gym.
I love these moments with him, in our quiet apartment, the only sound our mouths moving together, our heated breath.
Noah lets out a startled sound. We both jump. Then our baby goes full throttle.
It’s not a cry that indicates he’ll settle right back down. It sounds like he’s scared or has gas, or maybe both.
“Shit.” We fall apart.
“I’ll get him,” James says. “You don’t have your glasses on.”
“I can put them back on,” I protest. “It’s not like it’s hard.”
But James is already out of bed and padding across the floor, pulling on a pair of joggers. Noah has only been sleeping in the small room next to ours for a few weeks and it’s been hard for James. He prefers him close by. I do too, but I also prefer fucking my husband in our bed any and every way I please, and that includes being able to moan or talk dirty if I want. Silent sex is only hot if it’s a choice, not a necessity.
