She turns her head to check the clock, then licks her lips.
“Nine minutes.”
“I can work with that,” I growl and lift her in my arms, pressing her back against the tile.
I flex my hips and find her hot little pussy with my cock, then I push inside effortlessly.
The whole time my eyes are on hers, she lifts her face to me and I kiss her.
It’s not rushed.Not frantic like before.
This time I fuck her slow.Deep.
It’s the kind of communion that makes the air between us spark and sizzle like a live wire.
Her fingers slide into my hair.
My arms tighten around her.She slides one hand free, and moves it between us.
“That’s it, honey.Rub your tight little clit for me.Make yourself come.”
“J.T.,” she moans my name, and it sends shivers down my spine.
I keep flexing.Keep pumping.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Kelly.So good,” I groan as her sex spasms all around me.
And as I look into my wife’s lust-glazed eyes, I start to come.
For a long moment we just stand there under the hot spray of the shower, kissing like two people who finally understand exactly where they belong.
Right here.
Together.
And I never want to be anywhere else.
Epilogue 1: Kelly
The house is quiet in that soft, peaceful way that only happens after a long day.It’s the kind of quiet that feels earned.
I pause in the hallway for a second, tugging the hem of my tank top down over my stomach and pushing damp hair off my shoulders.My skin still smells faintly like soap and the cedar body wash J.T.uses—I love it.
Behind me, the bedroom door opens, and he steps out.
My husband.
The word still feels new enough to send a little thrill through my chest.
J.T.is wearing a pair of gray sweats that hang low on his hips and an old black T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders.
Apparently, the man owns about three hundred suits and the same number of flannels and jeans, but zero pajamas.
He catches me looking, and one corner of his mouth lifts.
“Somethin’ funny, Honey?”
I shake my head, smiling.
