Page 87 of Doctor Daddy

He pulled me to him as the corset I had been wearing went flying across the room. His kisses felt different. I didn’t know if that was the magic of being married, or if I had imagined having missed him for some unknown period of time.

His hands caressed my back before grabbing onto my hips. “You are still not naked,” he growled.

“Neither are you. Make you a deal. We both finish taking everything off and I’ll meet you in bed.”

“First one in, warms the sheets? You’re on.”

I had substantially less to remove now that the dress and foundation pieces were off. I hurled the remainder of my underthing’s across the room and dove into the bed. I giggled as I wiggled around in the cool sheets.

I sighed with welcome relief when Mark brought his warm body next to me in bed. “Hmmm.”

I hooked a leg over his hips and pressed in close, skin to skin.

Less than a few hours ago I had been too tired to even consider making love to my husband. And now that I had him in a bed and there were no babies to wake up and interrupt us, I couldn’t get enough of him.

His mouth on my skin, on my breasts, was pure bliss. I cried out, not caring if the people in the room next to us heard anything when he slid his fingers between my legs and found my clit.

“Brooke, I want to do this with you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you so much.” I pressed my mouth to his and rocked my hips closer to his. My body seeking his out.

With a groan, he rolled away from me. “Condom. Fuck, where?”

“Look on the table.” Next to a large bouquet of flowers was a crystal candy bowl, but instead of candy, it was full of condoms. “Someone wants to make sure we don’t come home from this trip with any more surprises.”

He grabbed a handful and returned to the bed. He tossed them up like confetti. “This is overkill.”

“Are you sure?” I picked up a foil pack and tore it open and handed it to him.

If I thought his kisses felt different, him inside felt even better. Our bodies rocked together with utter perfection. Wedding sex was better than sneaking around sex, and that had always been phenomenal.

“Ah, Mark,” I called out as he took my body to the edge and over into orgasmic bliss.

Mark shouted as he reached his release, and we collapsed tangled together.

“You are magnificent Mrs. Bryant.”

“Oh, I like that,” I purred with satisfaction. “Say it again.”

“Which part? You’re magnificent?”

“No, the other.”

“Mrs. Bryant?”

“Yeah, I like the way that sounds.” I nestled in close to his chest.

His arms tightened around me. “Me too, Mrs. Bryant. Me too.”

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EXCERPT: COMING HOME

Ifound out that I was pregnant with his baby…

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