“Your face is getting cold,” I mutter, which makes zero sense, but he snorts anyway.
God, I love making him laugh.
I return to my own reading material. A foundation proposal from one of our hospital partners, laptop beside me, because apparently I’m the kind of person who edits on Sunday mornings now. The kind of person who runs a foundation. Who has an office not far from her husband’s. Who took her power back and built something real.
Also the kind of person whose husband has just slid under the blanket.
“Um.” I keep my eyes on the laptop. “What are you doing?”
“Reading,” he replies.
“You’re under the blanket...” I point out.
“Am I?” His hand skims up my thigh, pushing the oversized t-shirt I slept in.
Well, slept in for about three hours before he woke me up for round one.
And then round two at about four AM.
We’re disgusting.
I love it.
“Nico, I’m trying to work,” I plead.
“Work faster.” His mouth finds my hip bone. Then lower.
Okay, this is fine.
I can multitask.
I’m the Executive Director of a foundation.
I can—
His tongue traces a path that makes my toes curl.
I cannot multitask.
“You’re... that’s...” I lose the sentence somewhere between his mouth and my brain’s complete evacuation of higher thought. I shove the laptop aside.
He hooks his fingers in my underwear and pulls them down and oh god his tongue is doing that thing. The man has had a lot of practice at this point. Like, several months of practice. And the learning curve was steep in all the best ways.
“Nico.”
“Hmm?” The vibration against sensitive skin makes me gasp.
“I’m going to cum.”
“Then cum.”
The orgasm hits me like a wave I wasn’t bracing for. I slap a hand over my mouth, not wanting to make it overly obvious how fast he climaxed me.
As if my clenching pussy and arching back wouldn’t give me away...
He emerges from the blanket looking insufferably pleased with himself. Hair mussed, eyes dark, that smile that used to be so rare.
“Good morning,” he says.
