I fork a small piece into my mouth, and she isn’t wrong. “Wow. All my hard work paid off.”
“All…your…hard work?”
Still chewing, I stare at her. “I mean, you were a solid assistant, but let’s not deny which of us is the real talent.”
She shoves me like she always does, and her smile is just too damn intoxicating to ignore. I think she’s shocked when I stop her mid-laugh, kissing her again. Traces of cinnamon and lemon zest linger on her tongue when I slide mine into her mouth. She grips my waist tight as I settle between her knees, feeling my dick harden inside the thin fabric of my joggers. With how tense things have been lately, we haven’t…connectedas much as we’re used to. Let’s just say I’m feeling the effects of it. You’d think it’s been months since I fucked her, not a week.
She doesn’t stop me when I unbutton the thin, plaid shirt that’s covering up way too much skin. Within seconds, the only thing covering the top half of her body is the purple, lacy bra that clasps in the front. But when I reach for it, she seems to suddenly be aware of what’s happening.
“West,” she breathes. I can hardly see straight when I pull away just enough to look into her eyes. “What if someone walks in? Or what if there are cameras?”
I’m already shaking my head before she finishes speaking. “Allison promised we’d have the place to ourselves. Undisturbed,” I add, keeping to myself that I paid damn good money to make sure of it. “And look around. There aren’t any cameras back here. She’s got no reason to monitor the kitchen staff. Only the register. Relax.”
Blue seems to wrestle with that for a split second, but instead ofsayingshe’s game, she takes action.
Her tits bounce free from her bra when she unclasps it, letting one strap hang loosely on her shoulder while the other slips down to her arm. I’m not focused there for long, because a set of perfect nipples are right in my face, begging to be pinched, licked and sucked.
A laugh leaves her when I dip my finger into the pie, then smooth a little of the filling onto the tight, pink bud, then slowly lick it off, drawing her nipple into my mouth next. I’m somehow getting harder, and I’m so fucking hot for this girl. You’d think that would start to wear off or dull over time, but I swear I want her morenowthan I did as a horny teenager who thought about sex twenty-four hours a day.
She just… has this fucking hold on me.
It’s like our minds are in sync, because the second I pull away to lower my pants, she starts unbuttoning her jeans, then shimmies out of them. She grabs my dick and inches toward the edge of the counter, and I waste no time pushing into her, relieved when the wet heat of her tight pussy engulfs me. She dips two fingers into the pie, pushes them into my mouth, then replaces them with her tongue, flavoring our kiss with warm apple and sugar. I want to power into her like a drill, but I hold back, keeping my rhythm slow and steady, deep. When she moans into my ear, I’m guessing that’s how she wants it.
Her fingers push into my hair, gently moving over my scalp as I breathe her in—this goddess who’s driving me fucking crazy at the moment.
Her hands leave my hair, and she plants them on the counter for leverage, lifting her hips just enough to thrust toward me as I drive into her.
“You’re fucking amazing. You know that?”
Those breathy words move into her hair as I squeeze her ass, wishing I could somehow touch her everywhere, all at once. She whimpers against my shoulder, and I know she’s close, ready to soak my dick in that way that makes me feel so fucking possessive.
The next second, she’s quivering in my hands, and my eyes slam shut, taking in every movement, every sound she makes, because it’s all mine. Every single part of her. Thinking about it, how my hot-as-sin wife just came on my dick, I explode, feeling her grip my tip and my entire length as I empty into her.
The sounds of the kitchen seem to return out of nowhere—the hum of the fridge, the oven cooling, the music flowing from the speakers. It was like we were in our own cone of silence until the high dissipated.
My lips land on Blue’s shoulder, and I kiss her there as she holds my cheek. I want to speak, want to say that I love her and that this is the beginning of our journey to heal our marriage, but saying the words would feel redundant.
Because as we hold one another, as close as two people can get, I know she feels it. Deep down inside her soul.
Just like I do.
It’s always been us against the world and that hasn’t changed. Blue is my rock, my world, my best friend. But my favorite thing to call her?
The sole fact that makes me feel like I’m invincible?
She’s my wife.
And as long as there’s breath in my lungs, I’ll do everything in my power to fix us.
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@QweenPandora:
One minute #VirginVixen had #NewGirl on her arm, the next she didn’t. Where, oh, where has our queen gone this evening?
The only lead we have on #KingMidas is that he was seen leaving a flower shop this afternoon, but he came out emptyhanded. There’s also speculation that the black SUV in this pic was his, but I’m not sure why he’d be parked outside a closed bakery this late at night.
Ah, well. You’ve evaded me tonight, but don’t get too comfy, #GoldenCrew.
