11 weeks: Baby is the size of a tree frog
Griffin
Me: I’ll pick you up at 5:30
Wife: I can drive.
Me: We need to talk.
Wife: Nothing good ever comes after a sentence like that.
Me: Would you prefer a haiku?
The door swings open,and I forget how to breathe. Angie’s standing over the threshold in a pair of painted-on jeans and her cowboy boots, but that’s not what grabs my attention. It’s the shirt she’s thrown on over atank top and tied at the waist—mybutton down she was wearing that morning in Vegas.
Everything about my wife does it for me, but seeing her in my clothes? Yeah, that’s gonna get me going every time. It’s at the top of my list of the best views in the world, second only to Angelina completely naked.
I grip her hips and walk her backward into the house. “Fuck it. Family dinner is cancelled.”
She snorts out a laugh, and the sound goes straight to my dick. “What? Why?”
I slide my fingers into her belt loops and tug her against me. “Because you look too goddamn good in my clothes, wife.”
A quiet breath escapes her perfectly plump lips. I press her against the kitchen island, letting her feel just what she’s doing to me.
There’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she starts to unbutton the top, her mouthwatering tits popping out of her bra. “Maybe I should take it off then.”
She moves slowly, deliberately, like a goddamn temptress.
My teeth grind together as I fight to keep a tight grip on my restraint.
Fucking hell. She’s gonna make me embarrass myself.
Be the better man, Griffin.
When she goes for the third button, I stop her. My entire palm engulfs hers, and I lower her hand to her side. “If we don’t get over there, I won’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow.”
She smirks. “It would be worth it.”
I palm her cheek and stare into those shimmering brown pools. I should probably hold back the words that are running through my mind, but with Angie, I can’t seem to repress anything. Not anymore. “Every second with you is worth it, Angel.”
Ever so slowly, her playful smile shifts into something likewonder. She searches my face, and I don’t know what she sees there, but it’s probably something like complete and utter obsession.
She swallows and extricates herself from my hold. “Ready?”
To bend her over this island and fuck her senseless? Absolutely. But anything else is gonna have to wait for my dick to calm the fuck down.
I clear my throat and toss my keys in the air. “Let’s get going.”
With any luck, the drive to the ranch will give me time to get my shit together.
I walk past her and hold the door open.
She doesn’t move, planning her hands on her hips. “What? No princess treatment today?”
I advance on her without warning and scoop her into my arms, and she squeals.
“All you had to do was ask,” I say.
