Page 83 of All The Happily Ever Afters

As if I didn’t know he was napping. Giving her a nod, she keeps moving, a simper gracing her gorgeous face and those doe eyes softening just for me.

If she was mad that I was late, she doesn’t appear to be now.

“We’ll just let him sleep for an hour,” she whispers after gently laying Dean down in the playpen.

“Sounds good to me,” I keep my voice low and my eyes go wide for just a moment when Dean stirs. My heart freezes and my lungs hold steady until Dean coos in his sleep and snuggles down.

“Oh thank goodness,” Grace’s shoulders shake with a small laugh and her hand splayed across her chest and a wide smile on her lips.

She tries to leave the way she came, but my arm wraps around her waist.

“Not yet,” I whisper in the crook of her neck and plant a kiss there. Her gasp is audible and I can’t help but to glance at Dean.

“What are you--?” she tries to question and I pull her along behind me. There’s a guest room in this house.

As I tug her hand and we stop in the hallway, Grace smacks my hand away. “What are you thinking Charlie?”

I’m thinking desperate times call for desperate measures, but I don’t tell her that.

My hand finds the dip in her waist and I look my wife in her eyes to tell her, “I miss you. I need you. And I want you right fucking now.”

“Charlie,” she gasps again and the tension between us sparks. Every inch of me hotter and needing to be inside her, making her moan, watching her eyes go half lidded. I need that. She needs it too.

“Remember at the wedding, my sister’s wedding?” I question her, my memory taking me back to a certain coat closet where everything about us changed for me. My heart locked in on her and right now having her and making sure she knows I love her and I want her just the same now as I did then is more important than going out in the backyard to chat with family we still see every Sunday night.

“Charlie,” Grace admonishes me, but her lips stay parted and lust coats my name on her lips.

“Yeah sweetheart,” I question, taking a half step closer to her, and letting my hands fall to her ass. “Are you going to make me beg? Cause I’d rather hear you begging me for more if we’ve only got a few minutes.”

The blush I knew was coming lights up her cheeks, nearly turning them the shade of red of her gorgeous locks.

“Come on, I urge her, looking past her towards the back door of the house to see no one’s there and opening the door to the guest room.

It’s not dark at all with the bright light shining through the white curtains. But there’s privacy. No one to see us, no one to hear us, the window is closed shut. Seeing the bed madeperfectly, I decide in a split second, I’m fucking her against the wall.

“I think-” Grace starts and I close the door behind her, locking it and pressing my lips to hers before she can say another word. She’s shocked at first, but her lips mold to mine quickly and she moans into my mouth as her seam parts, granting me entry and her hands find my hair, spearing through it.

Gracing my fingers along the smooth skin of her legs, I let them drift up her dress and find her underwear. When I slip them down, I have to break the kiss and Grace takes that moment to let her head fall back against the wall I’m about to fuck her against.

“We really shouldn’t,” she breathes the statement with her eyes closed, her skin already flushed and her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You want me?” I question her, already unbuttoning my pants and then the sound of the zipper dropping fills the silence and brings her deep gaze to mine.

“Always,” she answers in a whisper and I’m quick to grab her ass with both hands, listening to that sweet gasp of surprise that’s only muted by another heated kiss.

It takes a moment to bring her dress up around her hips and position her how I want her.

Grace’s heels dig into my ass as my jeans fall to the floor. “It’ll be quick,” I tell Grace in between nibbles of her bottom lip. Her chest rises and falls with quickened breaths and she nods and then steals a kiss I intended for her throat. She knows what she wants. My sweetheart always has. I should have listened to this woman sooner. So many different times and for so many different reasons.

Fisting my cock, I press the head against her lips, parting them and slowly pushing myself inside of her. The sweet strangled moan from Grace that mixes with our warm breathfuels me to go slower, to make love to her for as long as I can before fucking her raw and hard like I so desperately want to.

I take my time, feeling her tight and hot around me. “Always so fucking wet,” I groan in the crook of her neck, loving the pleasure she gives me and loving how she makes those little moans of sweet satisfaction as I rock myself inside of her.

Her teeth graze along my neck when I kiss her just under her ear, right at the sensitive spot she loves so much. It sends goosebumps along her skin and the way she writhes as I pull out and then push myself deeper inside of her, begs my body to thrust harder and faster, but I take my time.

“Charlie,” she mewls and that right there is why I don’t rush it. I love it when she begs for more. More of me, more of us.

“Yeah sweetheart,” I pull out of her nearly all the way and bracing her against the wall with one arm, I move the pad of my thumb to her clit before she can answer.

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