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"And?"
"You invented Hawaiianpizza."
"Really? We did? NotHawaii?"
"Yeah. And you love it." She runs her fingertips over my shoulders. "You know my eyes areuphere?"
"You know your tits are right here?" I slip my thumb into her bra and rub hernipple.
She lets out a soft groan as she presses her cheek against my neck. "I…Uh…"
"We have four cans of cranberry sauce in thepantry."
"I know.Ijust…"
"You want everything to be perfecttomorrow?"
"And that stomach flu keeps kicking my ass. It makes everything feel…" Her eyes light up as she presses her pelvis against my erection. "Well,harder."
"Harder,huh?"
Shenods.
Conversation is the last thing I want right now. But I'm not going to let her drown all by herself. "We can talkaboutit."
She slides her hand down my stomach and cups me over my jeans. "You can talkrightnow?"
"Intheory."
Shelaughs.
"You'll have to put onpanties."
"Awful." She slides her other hand under my t-shirt and presses her palm against my stomach. "I really didmissyou."
"I missedyoutoo."
"I already saidthat,huh?"
"Yeah."
She traces circles over my stomach with her fingertip. "I don't wanttotalk."
"Good." I need a night with my wife without anything elseintruding.
She pulls my t-shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Her hands go to my jeans. She undoes thebutton.
Thezipper.
She pushes them to myknees.
Then theboxers.
I kickthemoff.
She stares into my eyes as she wraps her hand aroundmycock.
Fuck. Thatfeelsgood.
