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Chapter Twenty

Inara

Iwake up pressed into Tony. God, it feels good and right. He’s still asleep, so I lift his arm from me slowly then carefully get out of the bed trying to make as little noise as possible. After grabbing a sundress from the closet, I glance over my shoulder at Tony and smirk. The man can actually follow my lead pretty well.

Hell, practice makes perfect.

My heart sinks and a lump forms in my throat. Practice for what? For one final great bang at the end of this year?

Squeezing my eyes shut, I recall how much he opened up to me. And how I broke down in tears in front of him. I pull a sundress over my head then rub my palm against the center of my chest to chase away the ache forming. I hadn’t meant to tell him so much, but everything just flowed out naturally. I showed him a part of me, the part of me I keep hidden, and he didn’t judge.

I tiptoe out of the bedroom, careful not to wake Tony, and head into the kitchen to burn off some of that energy by making breakfast. After rummaging around in the refrigerator, I pull out onions, garlic, eggs, chorizo, jalapeños, and some sharp cheddar. I grab a pan from the cabinet, place it on the stove, add some oil, and wait for it to heat up. When enough time has passed, I slide the onions, garlic, and jalapeños into the hot oil and smile when they start sizzling but not crackling. The perfect temperature. My precise timing gives me a little twinge of pride. I slide the chorizo into the pan and start breaking it up with my spoon.

When the fragrant aroma of sausage and garlic fills the air, my husband stumbles in, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re up,” I say.

A wide smile spreads across my face as he makes his way over to me and pulls me into him. After pressing a quick kiss to my forehead, he pours himself a cup of coffee. “Need a refill?”

I shake my head. “I’m good, still got half a cup.”

He fills his own mug, takes out the half-and-half from the fridge, and adds some before sitting at the table. There’s an easiness between us now that wasn’t there before he left. I smile. Look at us, the picture of domestication. I turn back to the pan and stir the contents. When he mentioned his family last night, I wanted to learn more about them. “So, you said sisters last night. How many do you have?”

He blows on his coffee. “Four. Nessa, who does motocross. Danni and Julianna run the family contracting business. And finally, Alexandra, who is a firefighter.”

The chorizo is almost done so I take out the eggs and crack them into a bowl. I whip them with a fork and add a tiny bit of cream to making them smoother. Once the yolks and whites are all blended, I pour it into the pan and wait for the underneath to cook before I start breaking them up too much. Most people mix them right away, but waiting a little will allow the eggs to get fluffier.

He smiles. “You cook, you do search and rescue, and you’re the damned sexiest woman I’ve ever known. Are you hiding anything embarrassing or are you just a superhero in disguise?”

I chuckle. I never thought of myself as a superhero, but I am definitely a catch. “In high school I was in choir. It was one of the few things that kept me sane in an all-girls Catholic school. Now I mostly belt it out at karaoke nights. Like the one night we went.”

I pull out another pan to start heating tortillas and set the flame to low, so they don’t burn. Tony grabs some plates, piles condiments, napkins, and utensils, and brings them over to the table before sitting back down. “Well, we can always go singing again. You were very good at it. And thank you for making breakfast. I love chorizo and huevos.”

The corners of my mouth turn up into a wide smile as I shovel the eggs, tortillas, and chorizo onto serving plates and bring them to the table. I actually had a lot of fun seducing my husband that night and would gladly do it again.

Tony takes a quick bite before sipping at his coffee. A soft sigh escapes his lips when he returns the mug to the table and eats another bite. “Amazing.”

I shrug, way more pleased than I should be. The next couple of minutes we spend eating in companionable silence. When Tony finishes, he shakes his head. “Inara, that was so freaking good.”

I push back my plate, my stomach full and satisfied. “Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. I like cooking for you.”

“And I like when you cook for me. And when I cook for you. I especially like when we cook together.”

Across the table, our eyes meet. The room grows warmer. I’m pretty sure neither of us is thinking about cooking anymore. At least, not the kind you do on a stove.

I’m seconds away from jumping up and dragging him to the bedroom so I can have my way with him when he beats me to the punch. He bounds from his chair, pulls me to my feet, and leads me through the back of the house to the sliding door. The next thing I know, he’s turned me around so my back is pressed up against the glass. He doesn’t say a word. He just starts sliding the strap of my sundress down. He kisses along the curve of my breast and suddenly yanks the top part down. A deep moan escapes me that probably carries across to all the nearby yards. I look around. Yeah, my yard is surrounded by a fence, but if any neighbors are watering their plants or hanging out on their balconies, they can see us, clear as day. The idea we could be caught is thrilling.

Tony drops down on his knees in front of me and slides his hands up my long legs until he gets to my panties. He hooks his fingers into each side and slips them down with ease. I lift my legs one at a time so he can take them completely off. As I go to put my left leg back down, he places his big, rough hand on my thigh and pushes it open and up.

“I’m going to need you wide open for this.”

He starts trailing his tongue across my thigh, and my heart races. My breath speeds up. God, I’m so wet thinking about what we’re doing, what he’s about to do to me.

Before I know it, his mouth is against my pussy, and his tongue slips out to flick my clit. I let out another moan and push my hips into his face. He moves his hands to grab my ass and I keep grinding farther into him. As he moves his tongue, his nose brushes along my clit and the soft sensation causes an electrical storm within me, a bolt of sensation shooting up my spine as the hairs on my arms stand on end. He starts to hum softly while he tongues me and it’s as if his face is a gentle vibrator.

“Tony. Oh my God.” I reach down and place my hand on his smooth head and guide his rhythm. He starts to slow down, tracing circles around my clit, and the motion makes me shake. I’m so close to coming, but I don’t want it to end yet.

His left hand moves from my ass and slides back down to my thigh. His tongue digs deeper into me, and I push into his face, moaning and whispering his name. I move my hand from his head to my nipple and twist and pinch it, making myself hotter. His left hand moves again and, before I can prepare myself, he pushes one finger into my pussy and I almost collapse onto his face.

“Oh my God!” My voice echoes through the room. I can’t believe he’s going down on me in the middle of the day against the patio door. He slides in a second finger and I whimper in pleasure.

“That’s it,” he says against me and starts working both fingers in and out of me as he sucks my clit.

I keep grinding into him, mewling and gasping for air as I slide down the other dress strap. I lift my other breast from my bra and pinch both nipples at once. Tony continues alternating between sucking my clit and circling it. He pushes his fingers in and out of me, and I’m grateful for how big his hands are and how long his fingers are.

“Oh, God, Tony, yes, yes, yes!” I push into him and Tony sucks my clit quickly and pumps his fingers in and out as I ride his face into a sublime orgasm.

When I start to come back, my body slumping as it relaxes, Tony sets my leg down and stands, while keeping a hand on my hip to support my weight. He helps me pull my bra back up and lift my straps. I close my eyes as I lean my head back against the cool glass in ecstasy.

He leans in and kisses me, and I love that I can taste myself on his lips. “Hope this time I was able to satisfy my wife.”

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