Page 102 of Rainstorm

“What, now? Today?” she asked and I nodded.

“As in right now?” Another nod. “But I have everything planned for Saturday, see here on my list...”

“Another one of your Excel spreadsheets?”

Rose blushed, that joke never got old. My wife even had our grocery list on a spreadsheet, not to mention the files she kept for her furniture restoration projects, with details such as exactly how many nails she used to complete it, and no, I wasn’t exaggerating.

She kissed me, to silence my teasing.

Drops of lust rained between us.

“As much as I love kissing you, Mrs. Holland, time is running out. The plane leaves in exactly four hours and we need to pack.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, her bewitching golden eyes staring at me like two big saucers.

“It’s a surprise.” I smiled serenely.

“And you’re full of them, right?” Oh, our sweet games.

“Oh, baby, wait until we get to our destination and see what I’m going to fill you with.”

My cock, to start with.

I’d been in Sacramento since Monday, so our nights had been filled with hot calls and sexting. None of which was anywhere near enough.

My body wanted her.

Needed her.

Holding hands, we headed downstairs to our bedroom. We’d not walked more than a couple of steps down the stairs when I felt a tingling sensation shooting down my back.

Not the kind that I loved and that led to nirvana, but more like an electrical current that actually paralyzed me for a couple of seconds. So much so, that I had to lean against the wall to regain my balance.

What the fuck?

“Are you okay?” Rose asked, attentive as always, when she realized that something was wrong.

“Yes,” I replied, still feeling shaky. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I think all these fucking trips are going to kill me, I’m not twenty-five anymore.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Old and decrepit at the age of forty, eh? About time they put you in a museum, Holland.”

“Yeah, well, I am almost forty-one,” I joked back, trying to lighten the moment, although in truth I could still feel whatever it was tingling in my legs, making it difficult to walk.

But then it passed, and I put the incident out of my mind, and two hours later we were in my car and on our way to the airport.

“Where are we going?” She persisted with her questioning.

“Take a look at the tickets—they’re on my cell phone.”

She didn’t waste a second, snatching the phone from the console of the car and typing in the password to access what she was looking for.

Two first class tickets to Cabo.

“For real?” she yelled excitedly, and then, not caring that I was behind the wheel, she kissed me on the lips, jaw, neck...

“Be careful, doll, you’re about to flick my switch,” I warned. My darling wife knew exactly how to push all my buttons, she knew all the secrets of my body, just as I was the owner and keeper of hers.

She smiled, settling back in her seat. “Okay, but we’ll be continuing on that path later.”

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