“Just being with you was pleasure enough, my love.”
Olivia leaned down to capture his lips, freeing him from the confines of his breeches, revelling in his groan of pure desire.
“I know we’re not on Scandal Lane,” she whispered against his lips, gasping as his skilled fingers found their way to her core. “But I think it only fair that you get your turn.”
“Maybe tomorrow we can take a trip to the Lane when the children are in bed. For old time’s sake,” he winked. “For now, let’s get some practice in.”
In one deft surge, Alex lifted her so he could bury himself inside her.
“Look at that,” Olivia quipped though she knew her laboured breaths ruined the acidity. “You’ve finally come up with a good idea.”
Alex merely laughed and then set about rendering his sharp-tongued wife utterly incoherent.
The End.
