Ky peers deep into my eyes. “I suspect you haven’t told me the half of what’s gone down.”
“I haven’t because I knew how you’d react, and punching the new CEO would only get you arrested. Trust me, that dickhead is not worth getting a rap sheet over.”
“I hate that jerk, and punching him would be highly enjoyable, but there are smarter ways to retaliate.” His eyes twinkle with dark delight.
“Tempting as that is, donotcall Keven. I’m pretty sure karma will bite Mark in the ass one of these days, and when it happens, I’ll be cheering from the sidelines.”
“I wouldn’t be too hasty. It seems like Kev’s FBI days are drawing to a close, and the line of work he’s going into would perfectly align to our goals. He’d be more than happy to take that jerk down.”
“I know he would, but promise me you’ll drop it, and you can’t mention anything to your mom either. It would kill her and Brad’s mom to know what has become of the company they nurtured to success.”
He sighs. “She probably already knows. While it would upset her, Mom is happily retired. I don’t think it would upset her for too long. She’ll be more upset that you have stayed out of some misguided loyalty to her, and she’d be furious to hear how Mark has been treating you.”
“She doesn’t need to know. I’m going to call him in the morning and quit. I’ll email my resignation later after I get off the phone.” A layer of stress lifts from my shoulders. “It’s amazing how much lighter I already feel.”
“Good. I’ve been worried about you. And to answer your previous question, it’s not wrong of you to pause your career to spend time with our children. You’re not wasting your education or your experience. You can always go back to work when the kids are older, if you like, or you could set up your own consultancy business. If this is what you need to do, don’t waste another second feeling guilty. Things happen for a reason.”
“I love you, Mr. Kennedy.” I straddle his thighs and grind my pussy against his cock. “And I’m going to spend the rest of the night showing you just how much.”
6
KYLER
Blinking my tired eyes open, I prop my body up on my elbows, a moan slipping from my lips as the vision of my gorgeous sexy wife comes into view. “Morning, babe,” Faye says from her position in between my legs. Her slender fingers are wrapped around my morning wood as she jerks me off, exactly how I like it.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my cock jumping eagerly as I watch the love of my life lower her lips over my erection. Faye’s warm mouth lavishes attention on my dick, and I fall back against the bed, contemplating what a lucky fucking bastard I am to have such a goddess for my wife. My hips rise off the bed as she takes me deep into her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat. My fingers dive in her hair as I hold her face to my groin.
Her fingers are curled around the base of my shaft as she expertly sucks my dick. My wife gives the best fucking head, and I crave her touch as much as I did at the start. Sex has only gotten better over the years, but we don’t get to indulge as much as we’d like. Two busy jobs and four kids under eleven tends to wreak havoc with our sex life. Perhaps that will change now Faye has chosen to give up work for a while.
A familiar tingling hits my lower spine, and I wrap Faye’s hair around my fist and tug gently. “Ride me, baby. I want to come inside you.” The best thing about the vasectomy is sex without condoms. Faye was having issues taking the pill, so she stopped, and I fucking hated using condoms. I want to feel my wife’s walls hugging my dick when I fuck her, and now I get to experience that all the time.
Faye climbs on top of me, and we both groan as she situates herself on my dick. “Stop,” I command when she starts moving up and down. “You know the rules, beautiful.” I tug at the hem of her silk nightdress. “I want you naked. Take this off.”
Since she gave birth to Connor, she’s been a little body conscious, which I hate. My wife is stunning—even more gorgeous than the day I married her. The extra flesh and stretch marks on her stomach remind me of the precious gifts she carried in her womb, and nothing gets me harder than the evidence of my kids on my wife’s body. I don’t understand why she doesn’t realize how utterly beautiful she is, and I try to remind her any chance I get.
“That’s better,” I say, my greedy eyes drinking her in as she moves on top of me, fully naked. My fingers dance up her stomach, along her rib cage, and over her tits. I squeeze the supple skin while dragging my thumbs back and forth across her hard nipples until she’s writhing and moaning on top of me. I thrust up inside her as she rocks up and down on my dick, our movements in perfect synchronization, and I just admire the exquisite view.
“You look so hot fucking my dick,” I tell her, licking my lips as I fondle her tits and gaze in awe at the gorgeous sight.
“God, Ky. This feels so good.”
She told me that last night, over and over, as we spent hours making love, into the early hours, before falling into a deep sleep. Waking to her hands on my body is my favorite way to wake up, and as long as I live, I will never get enough of her touch.
Faye’s long dark hair is knotted from my hands, hanging sexily down her back and over one shoulder. Her tempting curves mold to my hands as I explore every inch of her silky skin before bringing my fingers to her clit. I massage the sensitive bundle of nerves as I thrust up harder inside her.
But I need more.
Gripping her hips, I flip us over until I’m on top and she’s spread-eagled underneath me. Leaning down, I kiss her passionately as her legs curl around my waist. I drive into her in long, slow, deep thrusts, savoring the way she feels wrapped around my cock. “You’re so beautiful. So sexy, and I’m so in love with you,” I tell her when we surface for air.
“I have the sexiest, sweetest, most romantic husband in the world, and I’m the luckiest bitch.”
Words are redundant after that as I fuck her into the bed before taking us both over the ledge. We have only just finished, collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the bed, when the door creeps open. Faye shrieks, yanking the covers up over us in the nick of time.
“Mommy. Ciara says I can’t have pancakes.” Connor pouts as he races across the room and throws himself on top of us on the bed.
“I told him we are having breakfast at Elodie’s house,” Ciara says, storming into the room. “But he won’t believe me.”
Connor lies down on Faye over the covers, pinning her with big blue doe eyes. “But I’m hungry. The tummy monster will get me if I don’t feed it.”
