Page 135 of Our Long Days
Her mouth parts in surprise. “You’ve thought about this for a while?”
The woman reads me like a book. “So smart and perceptive.”
I lean up, sealing our mouths in a kiss. I pull away when her hands drift lower, nails scraping over my pecs, the sensation shooting straight to my cock.
“And beautiful,” I rasp against her lips before nipping my way down her jawline. “And sexy.”
“Hmm,” she hums, baring her neck to me. “Keep going.”
She sighs when I suck the sensitive skin below her ear, tits thrusting into my open palms. The insatiable need for her sweet little noises and delectable body increases tenfold every day, whether we’re together or oceans apart.
Work demands a lot from us. We wouldn’t have it any other way, both driven and passionate. It’s moments like this, completely alone and relaxed, that I savor the most.
I work my way down her body. “Is that a yes?”
She nods, head lolling to the side when I push her dress up, revealing her damp panties. “Yes. Whatever, yes. Just fucking do whatever you’re planning.”
“Greedy little thing.” I chuckle against her skin. “Good thing Dex already sold me The Nook, huh?”
Her head dings up in surprise. “He what?”
“Don’t play coy. You heard me.” I rest my chin on her knee, doing my best puppy dog eyes. “It’s ours, and before you say we should’ve discussed it first, this is an early anniversary present. What better gift than the place where you fell in love with me?”
She snorts and flicks me on the forehead. “Booth, I don’t need a present.” Her gaze softens, a version of Aly few get to witness and just as extraordinary as her sharper side. “I love you.”
My grin is big, drawing out my dimples that she pokes with the tips of her fingers.
“I love you, too, beautiful. Don’t forget, it’s an investment.” I wink.
“An investment in what?” she asks curiously.
“Into us.”
With a firm tug on my T-shirt, she drags me forward and smashes her lips to mine. Her eager touch roams over me, but when she reaches into my briefs, I clamp a hand around her wrist. “Ah-ah. We don’t want to be late.”
Her scowl quickly melts. “C’mon then, lover boy. There’s a barbecue with your name on it.”
GRAHAM
I follow the sweet smell of fresh-baked cookies into the kitchen. What greets me is an even sweeter picture.
Shimmying her lush hips left and right to the song on the radio, Quinn bends over and pulls out a tray from the oven. Tied around her middle and accentuating the dip of her waist is the red and white polka dot apron I got her last Christmas. Her cheeks are rosy from running around all morning, trying to finish as many sugary snacks as she can in time for the party at Florence and Dex’s.
Yeah, fuck the party. I’m just going to stand here all day and admire my wife.
“Oh!” she gasps, almost dropping the baking tray when she spots me leaning against the doorframe. “You’re sneaky. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I could see that.” I close the distance between us as she places the cookies on the counter. “Pretend I’m not here and do that little shake of your butt again.”
She whacks me playfully with the oven mitt. “Get out of here. You sound like Booth.”
My face falls. “Don’t insult me.”
Her laughter halts, and she sniffs the air. “Have you changed colognes?”
I bring the collar of my shirt to my nose. “Um, no.”
She shakes her head, blinking rapidly before smiling up at me. “Never mind.”
