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I woke up the following day with Constantine nearly crushing me. Apparently, he was used to sleeping in the middle of the bed. His apology for that came in the form of an orgasm by way of his mouth. I wasn’t going to complain. He could roll on top of me anytime he wanted.

My insatiable-as-ever husband flipped me onto all fours after that and lightly swatted my ass.

I shot him a saucy look over my shoulder, my hands fisting the bedding. “What happened to my delicate skin?” I teased.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging in. “As I recall, during our shower, my wife begged me tospankher the next time wefucked.Hernaughty words, not mine.”

He was right about that. What could I say? He brought out that side of me.

Just before he plunged inside me, I sighed, utterly sated. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

Chapter59

Juliette

New York, New York

“Morning, sleepyhead.”Constantine was seated at the breakfast bar when I wandered into the kitchen. He set his phone aside and stood, a handsome smile crossing his mouth when I barefooted my way over to him, still in my pajamas.

“You should’ve”—a yawn broke through my attempt to say good morning—“woken me up.” It was already after nine, and I had a feeling he’d typically be at work by now if it weren’t for me sleeping in.

“As I recall, Ididwake you. Two hours ago.” He lifted his brows twice, smirking.

Seven o’clock in the morning. The time Ishould’vebeen coming home from the hospital.

But I’d decided to hang up my scrubs for now and spend time being a wife and mom. After working my ass off for the last seventeen years, I supposed I deserved a break.

“That was for delicious and incredible sex.” My body warmed at the memory, already turned on again. “You let me fall back asleep after riding out my orgasm on . . .” My gaze flicked to his pants, and his dick twitched.

“Of course I did. You need your sleep.” He adjusted his dark tie beneath his tailored suit jacket and buttoned it.

“But based on how you’re dressed in all that boardroom black, looking lethal, I take it you have to go to the office?” I pouted.

“Boardroom black, huh?” He reached for my waist, drawing me closer. “I do have a meeting. One quick one. I’ll be back by the time the other two sleepyheads wake up. We’ll get brunch together.” He nuzzled his nose against mine before softly kissing me.

“I’d love that.” The words rolled between us, and he caught them with his tongue, kissing me more passionately that time. “How come jet lag isn’t kicking your butt the way it is mine?” I asked after he parted his lips from mine, my soft sigh settling between us.

“Just takes some getting used to.” He nipped my bottom lip before lifting his eyes to mine. “This, however, won’t take me any getting used to. Waking up with you here is how I want to spend every morning for the rest of my life.”

I smiled. “That can be arranged.” Glancing up at the ceiling toward Colin’s room, I asked, “We’re not bad parents by letting them play hooky another day, right?”

It was Tuesday, and they were supposed to start their new school yesterday, but reality caught up with us when we made it home late Sunday after midnight. As in, there was no chance the two of them would be able to roll out of bed and make it to school on Monday,ortoday, which was why I hadn’t set an alarm.

“Bad parents? Nah, we’re the best. Don’t take my word for it.” He playfully winked. “Colin’s.”

I laughed. “He’s really working on that F150, I see. Or is it a Dodge Ram now?”

He lifted one shoulder. “Hedoesneed something.”

“A license, how about that first?” I grinned, fiddling with the knot of his black tie.

“Good point. I’m still new at this dad thing. You’ll have to help me out here from time to time.”

“I’d say you’re doing a heck of a job.” I pressed up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Mywords.” I turned to go to the regular Nespresso machine, still unsure how to work the fancy one, but at the feel of both his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, I went still. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t wear those silk shorts and not expect me to—” He spun me around, covering my mouth with his. Before I knew it, I was on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist. “Maybe I can be a little late for my meeting?”

When he began working his mouth along my jawline and over to my ear, I latched on to him, breathless. “Be late. Or better yet just skip it.”

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