“I’ll work for Slate and take over our PI caseload.” He slips an index finger into my core, swirls in my juices, and slides close to where I need it most.
“Thou shalt not torture your wife with sex.” I admonish between pants while he grins.
“Eleventh commandment?”
“Close. Ten and a half.” I arch up to meet his finger and he lifts it away.
“Promise?”
Determined not to give in, I slide my hand down my stomach to ease my ache. He catches both wrists in one hand and holds them high above my head. Then, his clever tongue nips and plays with my breasts while he spreads my legs wide with his knees. I moan, soaking the sheets with my want.
“Babe. I mean it. I need you safe.”
“I neverdoanything dangerous. Dangerous shit justhappens.”
“What about Joey.” He lets go of my hands and his head dives between my legs, lips at my core. When I’m about to come, he lifts his head, raises a brow, and holds me on the apex of a huge orgasm.
I spread wider. “You agreed online researching was allowed.”
A hint of his breath reaches my clit. “We said, no working for your Uncle Vinny.”
“Technically, I wasn’t. I was working for my cousin and the missing package belonged to Big Tony.”
“Tony Senior?” His tongue slips across my over-stimulated nerves.
“No, Junior.”
“Admit it. You should’ve told me.” When he licks my nub, I have an epiphany. I won’t need Lamaze classes. I’m already an expert at hyperventilating.
I shove his pants down and wrap my freed fingers around his swollen cock. Two can play at his game. “Admit you love we-solved-the-case sex.”
“Sam…” A bead of liquid seeps from his tip, he unrolls my hand, and swipes himself across my budding blossom.
With sweat dripping from his forehead, our desire crescendos, and the moment my bud bursts, he thrusts, Together, we ride the waves of my high until a second, stronger tightening grows within.
Water leaks from his eyes, he bites his lower lip and he growls deep in his chest as he slides all the way in and out. Faster and faster, we rock the building. With my legs clamped to his thighs and my arms around his chest, I bite his shoulder, and erupt.
“Fuck sugar. Just Fuck.” He swells, his muscles grow taut, and with a driving force, lets out a primordial groan as he releases inside me.
Stunned, we float back to earth as our synchronized hearts thump.
“Mew?” Catrina pulls at my hair and beneath me, Suds chuckles.
“I forgot to give her dry food.”
“Heaven forbid. She’ll probably starve.” Sensitive, over-stimulated nerve cells fire up when he slides out of me and I moan.
Cat pads up and down the stairs, checking to see if we’re coming but I ignore her and play with my husband’s curly chest hairs. “Occasionally, I admit, I may get in over my head.”
“Occasionally? Seriously?”
“Okay, okay. You’re right, but consider this, if you will. If not for us, Melissa and Scot would’ve lost their baby. Who knows how many more babies we saved? We do a lot of good out there, Suds.
Chapter 29
Suds
I had every intention of insisting she quit the detective business but now, after hearing her state her case, I’m not so sure. Me and her, we’re cut from the same cloth but while I was born with a protective instinct, she has a deep yearning to right the wrongs of the world. If I were to curb her crime solving, it would break her. Worse, she’d resent me and eventually, the beautiful thing we got going on would sour.
