Page 129 of All of Me

My Wife:

Mom just picked up the girls. We have the house to ourselves until tomorrow morning.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, heat rushing straight to my groin. Fuck. This is going to be a long drive.

Me:

You’re telling me I have you completely alone for the first time since our wedding night?

My Wife:

Mmhmm. And I may or may not still be in that red lace you like… or less.

A curse slips out under my breath, my pulse picking up.

Me:

Callie…

My Wife:

What, Daddy? Something wrong?

Me:

Yes. I’m still at this job site when I should already be buried inside you.

My Wife:

Mmm… then you better hurry home. I’ve been waiting all day for you. Touching myself, thinking about how good you feel… but it’s not enough. I need you.

My jaw clenches as I drag a hand down my face, fighting the very real urge to run every red light between here and home.

Me:

Hands off until I get home. You don’t get to come until I say so.

My Wife:

Then get home and take care of me.

Me:

Oh, I will. You’re not getting a damn second of sleep tonight.

My Wife:

That’s what I’m hoping for.

What the fuck am I still doing here?I start the truck, my body already thrumming with anticipation.

Me:

I love you. Always. And I’m about to ruin you.

My Wife:

Then quit texting and get your ass home, birthday boy.

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