Page 169 of Resurfaced Passion
Sex. She so meant sex, sex, sex.
The look he gave her made the butterflies in her stomach turn manic flapping their little wings because Paige knew what it meant. She was just that precious to him.
Her laughing shriek was heard all around the club as he roared and tossed her bodily over one shoulder, a hand palmed greedily on her ass.
No one questioned the Renner’s when Reaper strolled casually through the hallways and main room, headed for the door.
A smirking prospect tossed him his bike keys; Reaper caught in mid-air without missing a step.
Another rushed to open a door for him.
Paige bounced on his sharp shoulder, braced both hands on his firm butt and giggled the entire time.
It was a time-honored tradition for the husband to carry his wife across the threshold and at last count Reaper had done that twice already but was heading for a hattrick.
Because her beautiful boy persevered through the tough and lonely times when she was so lost.
When his lips met hers once she was placed on the back of his sleek motorcycle, she cupped his cheeks, he smiled into her mouth.
“Tell me, ladybug.”
She smiled knowing exactly what he meant and pressing her lips to his she whispered. “You’re always love, Judson.”
His smile was everything.
Coming home to him was going to be her very favorite memory of all.
The End
