His gaze goes back up to my face, stopping on my mouth. “Loved it.”
“Oh! This time I’m addingMagic in progressat the very top. Is that too much?”
“No, that’s good. That’s great.” He takes my cup from my hands and sets it down. “There’s no rush,” he whispers against my bare skin. He shucks his sweatpants, revealing that he was going commandoandhas a massive erection—how did I miss that? “Now say a proper good morning to your husband.”
He clasps my nape in his hand, pulling me possessively in for a kiss. Soon the sheet is gone and his other hand is between my thighs.
Before I can process, he flips me around, demanding—just the right amount of rough and impatient. “You like it like that, don’t you?” he groans against my ear when he has me on my knees, against the headboard. “Gotta tell you som’thin’,” he says as his cock fills me, and I barely register; my knees are already giving in. “Got all the time in the world to figure out what you like. Yeah?”
Does he think I can talk with his cock hitting just the right spot, his fingers playing with my nipples? Even his breath down my neck makes me wet. As he sucks on my shoulder, the roughness of his stubble against my bare skin might be what takes me over the edge.
“But right now I gotta say, this is how I wanna take my wife, and I’m not gonna last long with that tight wet pussy o’yours and those boobs and your ass, fucking hell your ass—”
I come undone under him, his corded arms flexing around my middle to hold me up. “Noah,” I exhale, and he follows in powerful strokes, kneading my breasts. “Your fucking tits, babe,” he groans. “And your ass. Ah, fucking hell, your ass.”
We collapse on the bed, catching our breaths, then he shakes softly with quiet laughter.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Happy. Come here.” He pulls me to his chest, and I wrap my leg across his thigh. “I need to shower and shave,” he grumbles.
I run a hand on his jawline. “I kinda like it like that. Keep it for a couple of days?”
He looks down at me. “Anything for my wife.”
We shower together and get to the store on the late side but in the best mood. I text Mom on the way, and she answers with a thumbs up emoji.
Swing by the store today?I offer, not getting my hopes up.
I get straight to work, first papering the windows. I have the system down from last time, so it doesn’t take me long. Then, crouched inside the windows, I focus on creating a display of summer essentials.
In one window, two beach chairs anchor the decor, with heart-shaped sunglasses, sunscreen, and striped beach towels in tones of lime, orange, and white. Neon colored frisbees lean on sleek coolers on each side of the chairs.
I haul wicker shelves from upstairs, nudge them in, and add colorful tumblers, different brands of sunscreen, and battery-operated fans. A straw hat with flowery fabric tied around it goes in the upper corner of the bookcase, giving the whole display a feminine charm.
I open a deck of playing cards and set it on the floor as if four players had just left their game, cards face down, and were returning any minute. Paddle board sets complete the fun vibe.I pin colorful T-shirts to the side wall facing the bookcase and declare myself satisfied. For now.
Pulling out the notes app on my phone, I type.
Emerald Creek T-shirts
T Shirts with fun stuff: too hot to handle, stay cool at the Creek, etc. (Ask N.)
Branded tumblers
Dog things
Next, I tackle the other window. This one’s theme is porch nightlife. A rocking chair and a side table with a citronella candle and a romance book. Different size lanterns on the floor. A light flannel throw in blue and pink plaid for those cool nights. An old-fashioned cookie box and Mason jar tumblers. A shaker.
All I need now are the final touches—string lights and a trio of electric candles flickering.
I’m ready for my coffee break with Noah when a familiar voice sounds through the store.
“Ms. Willow!” I look up to see my favorite adaptive ski student wheel himself at high speed through the narrow alleys of the store.
“Hey, Zach! What’s up?”
“Mister C said the vacuum cleaners were delivered?”
