“If you walk around naked, I’m going to have to take you back to bed.”
I glance at the doorway to find my boyfriend completely naked too.
“We can’t.” I tilt my head. “We were supposed to be at the hospital an hour ago.”
Before I can say another word, I’m up and over his shoulder. My protests about us being late are met with a slap on my ass.
“Liam,” I cry out. “That hurt.”
He tosses me onto my back on the bed before he crawls over me.
I zero in on the lust that’s filling his eyes. “You want me.”
“Jesus, lilac.” His thick cock brushes against my thigh. “When the fuck do I not want you?”
I can’t answer that. We make love at least once a day, sometimes more.
I’m often woken with the brush of his cock against my ass or his face between my legs.
We stopped using condoms months ago because I’m on birth control. The raw feeling of him inside of me is everything. I can’t get enough of it.
I can’t get enough of him. We both still work too much, but we set aside time every week for an entire day together. I’ve hired another florist full-time and another will help temporarily when Leanna starts her maternity leave.
“Fuck me now,” I whisper.
“You’re trying to kill me.” He laughs. “My heart is strong, but when you talk like that, it stops. It fucking stops beating.”
I dip a hand between my thighs. “I’m wet.”
He glides down my body, trailing soft kisses over my skin. “I’ll make you wetter.”
My eyes drift closed as his tongue hones in on the tight bundle of nerves. The rest of the world can wait for us. This is exactly what we both need now.
I tugon one of my boots.
“Liam!” I yell from the bedroom. “Have you seen my other boot?”
“Under the bed,” he calls back from the bathroom. “I think I might have kicked it under there when I was fucking you into tomorrow.”
My pussy aches with those words.
It’s still tender.
We’re still late.
“Are you almost ready to go?” I tie the top of my black blouse in place.
I want to look nice today. First impressions are everything, so I want to look my best.
Brushing up behind me, he drops to his knees. “I’ll find that damn boot.”
I kiss the top of his head, relishing in the sight of him shirtless. “Thank you, babe.”
I turn toward the closet to fetch my purse.
“Athena.”
“What?” I call back over my shoulder.
