Page 55 of What About Now

“I’ve never been much of a napper.”

“That was when you were single. You’re a married woman now. Saturday afternoons are reserved for cuddling your sexy husband on the couch.”

“Sexy?”

“Come on, baby, you know you think I’m sexy.”

“Compared to who? Have you seen Lachlan’s abs?” she teases.

I swat her ass and she giggles. “Saturday afternoons are reserved for naps with my sexy husband.”

“Damn right, they are.” I press my lips to her forehead and close my eyes.

The house is dark when I open my eyes. “Hey,” Brogan rasps, her voice still laced with sleep.

“We must have been tired. I blame you. You’re all warm and snuggly.”

She laughs. “I could say the same thing about you.”

“Are you hungry? I can make us something,” I ask her. My stomach growls, making us laugh.

“Why don’t we just order pizza?” she suggests, sitting up.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” I reach for my phone on the coffee table and pull up the contact for the local pizza place. “Call it in.”

“Our usual?” she asks.

I love that we have a usual and the comfort level we’ve reached with one another. “Yep.” She makes the call and tosses my phone back to the table and stands. “I need to get out of thesejeans.” She curls up her nose. “Remind me on our next nap to not sleep in jeans.”

“What I just heard was to strip you naked before we take our next nap. Noted.”

“Stop.” She laughs. “I’ll be right back.”

I stare after her as she moves down the hall toward our bedroom. I move to sit up, and my jeans are tight around my cock, because, of course I’m hard. I just had my wife nestled up against me for over two hours. I wince as I stand, and the zipper of my jeans presses painfully against my hard length. “My wife is smart as hell. No more naps with jeans,” I mutter as I make my way to our room to change into some sweats.

When I step into our bedroom, Brogan is sliding a pair of pajama pants over her hips. “Damn, I’m late.”

She points a finger at me. “No funny business. The pizza will be here soon, and from the sounds coming from your belly, you need nourishment.”

She’s not shying away from me. “If you think you’re not nourishment, baby, I’m doing something wrong.” I wink at her.

“Stop.” She snickers and covers her face with her hands.

“You want me to show you?” I ask her.

“Maddox!”

I shrug. “You brought it up.”

“I did not.” She shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m going to go wait for the pizza.”

I give her time to get one step out of the door before I call after her. “Fine! You can be dessert.”

“Oh my God!” She laughs and sprints down the hall.

I quickly change out of my jeans and join her in the living room. She has music playing on the Bluetooth speaker and is scrolling through her phone.

I walk up to her and hold my hand out for her. “Ma’am.”

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