“Scheduling ahead is much more efficient.”
“Ah, my favorite part of sex—the efficiency,” she quips.
Ignoring her, I flip to the next day on my calendar. “Tomorrow, I don’t have as many conflicts.”
Despite Maura’s teasing, we’re able to schedule sessions for the next five days. I’ve just entered the final date in my calendar when my phone buzzes on the counter. It’s one of my assistants, Taylor. My mouth turns down in irritation. I’d hoped for a morning without interruptions. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
“Go ahead,” Maura says. “Take it, even though it’s not on the calendar.”
I move a few steps away and answer, “Hello?”
“Good morning, and first of all, congratulations,” Taylor says. “Sorry to interrupt your morning, but this is time sensitive.”
I grunt. Taylor is a good assistant, but he tends to ramble on. He could have gotten to the point already.
“So, Alex at Pages has to move up your afternoon meeting to 11. You don’t technically have anything on your schedule, but I wanted to call, just to be sure.”
“No, I can make it.” It means I’ll have to push up my session with Maura, but Alex’s schedule is as packed as mine. “I’ll see you soon.”
After I hang up, I stride over to Maura and pluck the cup of coffee out of her hand. She huffs, offended. “I was drinking that!”
“There's been a change in plans.” I set her mug down at the end of the counter, then take my wife by the waist. “A meeting got moved, so if you're up for it, I suggest we fulfill today's duties now.”
She shakes her head, but she's smiling. “You tell me all about this ironclad schedule, and then you just—what, pencil in spontaneous sex?”
“It's highlighted in purple, actually.”
“Of course it is.” She loops her arms around my neck. “Let me guess—you have a color for everything?”
“Obviously.”
“What color is 'arguing with wife'?”
“I think I’ll make that red.”
Maura yelps in surprise as I lift her up so she’s sitting up on the edge of the counter. I run my thumbs up the side of her ribcage, making her eyes flutter shut. “Are you too sore from yesterday?”
“No,” she breathes. “You took care of me, like you said.”
“We’ll have to be a little quicker today.” I pepper kisses along her jaw. “But there’s no reason you can’t enjoy yourself this time, too. Can I open your robe?”
“Yes.”
I peel away the edges, finding her in a fitted white T-shirt and nothing else. No underwear over her sweet little cunt. I trail a finger up her thigh. “No underwear. Very efficient.”
“I know how you like that,” she says before she presses her lips against mine. Our tongues meet, hers warm and eager, mine conquering and possessive. She wraps her arms around my neck, weaving her slender fingers into my hair and letting me take control of the kiss.
Her thighs part around my hips, and I drag a finger over her pink pussy. “Fuck, Maura, a few kisses and you’re already soaked for me.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “It’s not just the kisses. All morning, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night. I’ve been wet since I woke up.”
My cock throbs. Damn, it turns me on knowing that just thememoryof me fucking her is enough to turn her on.
“You’re going to drip all over my counter, you know.” I stroke her again, savoring her whimper of arousal. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I slide a finger inside her as I play with her clit. Her fluttering inner walls clench at the intrusion, and her hips cant up to match my rhythm.
“You feel so empty after last night, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear. “You need me to fill you again. You already miss it.”
