Or he could have dementia. I mean, seriously. He’s on his first term as a state senator, but apparently because the people in his district are idiots they elected him—at ninety-fucking-two, first public office he’s ever held, and he doesn’teven have a high-school diploma or GED—over a woman who’sliterallya constitutional lawyer.
Yes, she was a Democrat who’d been a Republican up until three years ago when she changed party affiliation. But I was personally hoping she’d win because she’s a moderate and, oh yeah,nota senile fuckingidiot.
Needless to say, Sir needs more than a little stress relief right now.
My good girl alwaysobliges.
I thrust up into her, my lips slanted over hers and swallowing every sweet sound. I nearly giggle when I come, because she’s not there yet and she softly whines, disappointed and horny and frustrated.
“Fuck,” she mumbles against my mouth. “You motherfucker.”
I smile and pinch her ass, hard.
“Motherfucker,Sir,” she amends.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, holding her close,her head tucked against my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you tonight, girl,” I whisper into her hair. “Just think how much better it’ll be for waiting.”
She grumbles and tries to shift herself around on my softening cock. I don’t do bad for a guy of forty-four. She’s forty-two, but sometimes we’re as horny as a couple of teenagers, now that our kids are almost all grown and gone. We don’t haveto worry about oopsie babies, because she had her tubes tied after Aussie arrived. I offered to get a vasectomy, but she wanted there to be absolutely no possibility of failure.
Or any possibility of her changing her mind and trying to talk me into getting it reversed, which we both know I would have done.
I might be in charge, but I cannot tell my girl no when it’s something I know she desperatelywants.
Well, except orgasms. But she always gets those.
Eventually.
Ineverallow her to go to bed unsatisfied.
I was more than happy with one kid. She was the one who decided she wanted two more after Logan was born.
Although now, looking back, I can’t imagine my life any different than it is now. It’s truly perfect. I have a career I reasonably enjoy, a wife I love with all my heart, ahappy marriage, and three kids who are apparently happy and not too fucked up.
She plays with my tie, pulling it back into position and smoothing down the front of my shirt. It’s not uncommon for me to gag her with one when we fuck at work, although it is logistically easier to fuck at my office at the law firm, where I’m usually working when the Senate’s not in session.
When I inhale, the sweetfloral scent of her shampoo fills my lungs. This is my favorite shampoo of hers, and if they ever stop making it, I might cry.
I glance at the time and sigh. “I don’t want to end this, but I need to eat, girl. I won’t have another chance until late tonight.”
She sits up and I stare into those beautiful green eyes of hers. She gave them to Aussie, and I know I’ll be beating guys up who want todate my daughter, because she’s just as beautiful as her mother. Ryder and Logan both got my blue eyes and strongly resemble me.
“Love you, Sir.”
I pull her in for one more long, sweet, tender kiss, because I can’t help myself. “Love you, too, girl.”
Nearly twenty-five years together and still going strong.
We must be doing something right.
* * * *
“Motherfucker,” Ellen mutters around themakeshift gag of her panties jammed in her mouth.
The same ones she wore all day today while sightseeing.
I did warn her there’d be a price to pay for the privilege, and she’s been with me long enough to know this was the most likely option, given we’re literally halfway around the world from home and I had limited access to implements.
She’s on her hands and knees on our hotel bed.
