Yeah, fuck you, too, for thinking you were walking out of the house with all that dick without giving me any.
“What’s wrong, G? You’re just doing your husbandly duties,” I said, panting with need. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and gripped the edge of the stool as he nudged past my pussy lips and bottomed out. The stool rocked back and forth, scraping across the tile and balancing precariously on two legs as Grantattemptedto fuck some sense into me.
“Yeah? When are you going to start doing your wifely duties, huh?” he gritted from above me as my ass clapped against him and my pussy dribbled down his dick. “You’re staying, Ki,” he panted. “I’m not letting you leave.”
Oh, my God. Can you make up your mind?
A few punishing strokes later, we came together so hard that the stool finally gave way, and Grant had to wrap an arm around my waist to catch me from falling.
I sucked in a breath as I came down from my high and patted Grant’s arm to let him know I was good to stand on my own two feet. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he buried his face into my back and held me tighter. “Can you make your burgers for dinner tonight?” he asked.
I smirked. He loved it when I made him cheeseburgers. He once claimed they were the best burgers he’d ever had, sparking a heated debate between Dad and Uncle Ant, who both claimed their burgers reigned supreme.
And my burgers are the shit because I got the recipe from a cook I worked with at a diner in the middle of nowhere who had one eye from an eye-gouging incident in a bar fight, sun-scorched, leathery skin from years of exposure and no sunscreen, and smoked three to four packs of cigarettes a day.
“I’ll make your burgers tonight. Anything else?”
“The homemade fries,” he mumbled.
“That was a given. What about dessert?”
“Churros.”
“You got it. Have a good day at work.”
He let me up, and we exchanged a passionate kiss I knew had Grant second-guessing calling in. I was hoping for another round when his phone alarm rang.
“Duty calls.”
My heart sank as I waved at Grant from the front door. He pulled out of the garage and drove away, leaving me behind in our big, empty house.
Chapter Nine
Grant
I pulled into my assigned parking spot and left the engine running. The little devil on my shoulder desperately tried to convince me to turn around and go back home to spend the day in bed with Kiyah. On the opposite shoulder, the angel reminded me of all my responsibilities and that I couldn’t afford to play hooky with my wife.
An alert on the dashboard caught my attention, and I saw an incoming text message.
Do Not Answer:I didn’t have a chance to make your lunch. Should I drop it off?
Me:That’s not necessary. Someone will order in.
Do Not Answer:If I had to guess, it would be Casey. He lacks self-control.
Me:I think it’s a Baker trait.
Do Not Answer:No, it’s an Eliza trait.
Me:It can’t be because you’re the epitome of lacking self-control.
Do Not Answer:Says the man whose dick and balls are drenched in my pussy juices right now.
She got me there.
Me:I need to get to work. I left a credit card on the foyer table.
Do Not Answer:Definitely a Baker trait. Also, your crossword puzzle has been completed.
