Page 98 of Married with Mayhem

I’d really like to bring Sabrina something else, something special. And it wouldn’t hurt to try and raise my stock with the other women in her life.

The store sells a small collection of flower bouquets. I have no idea what kind of flowers these are but I pick out a small bunch of yellow flowers for Sabrina’s mother and a blue bouquet for Anni. Behind some glass there are refrigerated shelves withpricier rose arrangements. I immediately choose the largest bunch of dark pink roses for Sabrina.

As I’m paying, it occurs to me that I’ve never bought anyone flowers before. The thought just never crossed my mind.

Back at the house, Sabrina’s mother is in the kitchen. She blushes when I give her the flowers. There’s a hint of her youngest daughter in her smile.

Everyone else is in the living room. Anni seems a little flustered when I hand her a flower bouquet but Sabrina is ecstatic when I give her the roses. She beams and hugs my waist and keeps saying, “Thank you!”

I can’t imagine why I ever thought she was high maintenance. In reality, it’s so damn easy to make her happy. When Sabrina tips her face up, she’s still smiling. I don’t hesitate to claim her mouth.

So what if we have an audience? The baby is asleep on her gym mat and Luca and Anni can look away if they’re horrified.

My arms wrap more tightly around Brina and I lift her slightly off her feet. She responds with delight, giving me her tongue with eagerness.

“Where aremyflowers?” Luca complains in the background.

It’s annoying when I have to remove one hand from Sabrina’s warm body long enough to flip him off.

After dinner, Sabrina is struck with gaming inspiration and wants to spend some time with her laptop. She makes herself comfortable at the long dining room table, on the opposite end from Luca, who is frowning over a pile of legal paperwork.

Elsewhere, Sabrina’s mother has decided to rearrange the contents of the kitchen cabinets. I don’t know why. Maybe she’s just bored. She observes me with curiosity as I prepare a mug of hot chocolate for Sabrina, topping it off with a generous helping of whipped cream and two cherries before carrying the mug to the dining room table.

Luca looks up from his paperwork. “Thanks, but I don’t like whipped cream.”

“I do!” Sabrina claps her hands and her thrilled smile stakes another claim on my heart. At this point she basically owns the whole thing and I see no reason to deny it.

I set the mug down in front of her. She plucks a cherry from the cloud of whipped cream and dangles it from her fingers.

“Let’s share,” she says to me with a naughty grin.

I flatten my palm on the table, bend down and bite the meat of the cherry from the stem. Once I slice it in half between my teeth, I use my free hand to seize her by the back of her neck and press my mouth to hers. Her lips open willingly and she accepts her half of the cherry.

“Ahem,” Luca complains. “I’m amending a living trust for my client. There are other rooms where you two can be pornographic.”

“Don’t curse!” shouts Sabrina’s mother from the kitchen.

Luca throws up his hands. “Not a single curse left my mouth.”

Sabrina chews on her cherry. “You really shouldn’t curse so much, Luca. What kind of example are you setting for Janie?”

He looks around for help. Finds none. With a grunt, he buries his face in his paperwork again.

Sabrina smirks and starts clacking her computer keys. I watch her throat bob when she swallows. She’s good at swallowing.Reallyfucking good. I will never get over the fact that she swallowed my cum right after she gave me the best head of my life. The only thing that would have made it better is if I’d watched my cock disappear between her sweet lips.

We’ll get to that. When she’s ready.

Right now I have no wish to interrupt her creative process so I leave her to her work. I’m on my way to our room when Anni shouts my name from the nursery.

“Get in here,” she says. “I want to talk to you.”

The baby’s room is decorated in shades of pale pink and cream. Anni is seated in a cushioned rocking chair. There’s a pillow in her lap and the front of her body is covered with a pink cloth while she holds Jane to her chest.

“How about we talk when you’re done, uh, doing that?” I ask, not really knowing where to look.

She raises her chin with a withering glare. “I’m breastfeeding, Monte. Get over yourself. And close the door.”

I have the feeling I’m about to get yelled at but I do as she asks. I close the door, lean against it and brace myself for a lecture.

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