Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
As I suspected, my family adored Skye. My mother even dropped some not-so-subtle hints about giving her grandchildren. I’d seen the longing in my wife’s eyes and hoped that meant she wouldn’t try to kick my ass when I knocked her up. She’d never brought up contraceptives, and neither had I. I wasn’t sure if she just hadn’t thought about it or didn’t care. Either way, I took full advantage of her willingness to go without them and was doing my very best to put my kid in her every chance I got.
And my little temptress definitely earned herself a spanking when we got home.
“Baby! I’m back!” I shouted as I kicked the front door shut behind me. The coach had put us through a particularly rough practice, and I was dying to take a long, hot shower. With the right company, it would heal all of my aches and pains.
“Kitchen!” she called back to me.
“Come shower with me,” I requested when I popped my head into the kitchen.
Skye turned around, and my mouth watered. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Even in her frilly, polka-dot apron. She was wearing a pretty white top and a black skirt that made her legs look a mile long. Legs I wanted wrapped around my head before I put them around my waist.
“Sorry, Dempsey,” she said with a pout. “I’m cooking, and if I stop, it will ruin the food.”
She looked genuinely put out that she had to abstain from showering with me to cook. Which was a testament to just how fucking awesome I was in bed because she loved to cook more than just about anything else.
“Your loss,” I quipped with a teasing wink. She mumbled something under her breath, and I laughed as I headed straight for our bedroom.
After cleaning up, I pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to button them since I was perpetually hard around my wife. Then I donned a white T-shirt and meandered back to the kitchen.
I silently admired her as she set the food out on the table. She could be a little absent-minded and clumsy from time to time, but when she was in her element, she was as graceful as a swan.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
Skye paused and turned her head to look at me with a beaming smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” Returning her attention to the table, she straightened a plate, then fixed a knife before seeming satisfied. “Dinner’s ready.”
I prowled toward her and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck. “Looks fantastic, baby. And I bet it tasted even better.” I nibbled on the bottom of her earlobe and whispered, “I can’t wait for dessert.”
10
Skye
“That meal was incredible, baby. Now, about my dessert.” Dempsey’s eyes were dark, dilated almost completely black with lust, as he gripped my hips and sat me down right on the edge of the table.
I couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Um…dessert is in the refrigerator.”
“Wrong, baby.” He leaned down, kissing and nibbling the column of my neck. The sensation of his lips and teeth on the sensitive skin of my throat sent white-hot tingles straight to the pit of my stomach and heated my core, winding me tighter and tighter with every feather-light brush of his mouth. The surprising scrape of sharp teeth against the softness of my skin every so often ratcheted my need even higher. “The dessert I want to eat is right here, already on the table. You’re an amazing chef, but nothing will ever taste as perfect to me as your sweet little pussy.”
I shuddered with pleasure at his words and the throbbing, wet heat they elicited between my legs. Gasping, I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my fingers in his hair, and kissed him, arching and molding my body’s soft curves against the muscled planes of his chest. His hard, athletic body was nothing short of glorious, and I wanted to run my fingers over every spectacular inch of him.
Slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt, I let my fingers stroke up and over his washboard abs, tracing the outlines of his muscles. I loved how he pressed into my touch with a soft growl. I broke the kiss just long enough to brush the tip of my nose against his and ask him the question burning at the forefront of my mind. “Do you really enjoy eating me out that much?”
“Why don’t you lie back and let me show you just how much I fucking love it, baby?” Dempsey flashed me a wicked, bone-melting smile as he pushed me back so I was lying flat on the table. He slid my skirt up to my waist, and peeled my panties off, tossing them carelessly aside.