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“Fold it later.” I leaned against the doorway as I said, “Eight.”

“It’s not going to happen,” she fussed. “This new case at work has me behind on everything. I have to finish this laundry, dust and vacuum, and then, I have to start dinner. And somewhere in between all that, I need to get Dawson up from his nap and give him his snack.”

“Seven.”

“What is it with you and these countdowns?”

“Six.” I’d started the countdowns not long after we got hitched. I was just fucking around, but I figured out real quick that it was a big turn-on for Toni. She’d put up a fuss and pretend she didn’t like it, but she did. It was written all over herface—just like it was now. She was already starting to get that light pink flush around her neck, so it wouldn’t be long before she was soaking wet for me. “Five.”

“Wes! Stop!” she hissed. “I’m serious! I don’t have time for your nonsense today.”

“You seem stressed, babe. You know I can help with that.”

“You can help by emptying the dishwasher.”

“It’s already done.” I cocked my brow as I stepped towards her and said, “Four.”

“The sheets on our bed need to be changed.”

“Did that, too.” I took another step towards her. “Changed Dawson’s, too. And I mowed the grass and swept the kitchen.”

“You did?”

“I did.” I took the basket of laundry and placed it on the floor. “Three.”

“I need to take a shower.”

“You can take one after.”

“I haven’t even changed out of my pajamas.”

“Don’t care.” Her pajamas were actually an old T-shirt of mine and a pair of long socks, and she looked sexy as hell in both. She was three months along with our second, so she was a little thicker and I liked it. I liked it a lot. “You are smokin’...Two.”

“One,” she purred.

“That’s my girl.”

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as I crashed my mouth against hers. The kiss instantly became heated, intensifying my need for her. I took several steps forward until Toni’s back was pressed against the wall. I ran the palms of my hands up her thighs and under her t-shirt, then looped my fingers into the sides of her panties.

Her eyes were locked on mine as I lowered them to the floor. I picked her up, and her legs instinctively made their way around my waist, and the heat of her body set me on fire.

I unzipped my jeans and lowered them down my hips, freeing myself, and drove deep inside her with one firm thrust. Damn. She felt incredible, but then again, she always did. Her little moans and whimpers urged me on as I started to quicken my pace. I pounded into her again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last. Within seconds, we were both close to the edge.

Toni moaned as her head fell back and her body jolted beneath me, her nails biting into my shoulders. Needing more, I turned towards the bed and lowered her onto the mattress. I kept my pace steady as I let my hand slide down between her thighs, my thumb gliding over her clit as her body bucked against my touch. Her moans filled the room as I brought her closer to her release. Panting and breathless, she clamped down around my cock and muttered, “So close.”

She ground her hips against mine, matching my relentless rhythm, as she whimpered, “More.”

Fuck.

My girl always wanted more, and that’s just what I gave her. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as I tilted her hips, driving deeper and harder with every move. I felt her clamp down around my cock, letting me know that her climax was approaching. When her body started to writhe and jolt, my resistance broke, and I came deeply inside her. I’d barely caught my breath when she whispered, “That was good. I needed that.”

“I thought you might.” I leaned over and kissed her on the neck. “Now, why don’t you go take yourself a hot bath, and I’ll get Dawson up and he and I will make dinner.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” I stood and pulled up my jeans as I told her, “It’s time I showed our boy how to grill the ultimate burger.”

“He’s three.”

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