“Oh no. Sex pairs perfectly with a nice red.”
He smiled. “Yes. A nice red, freshly spanked ass.” He licked the tip of an invisible pencil. “I’ll be putting that on the agenda.”
“Oh my God. Are we now those fuddy-duddy type people who have to make an agenda for sex? Did we turn into them? Whatever happened to spontaneity?”
“Well. Greg happened. Then Hannah. And finally, Oliver,” he reminded her.
“Mmm.”
He leaned close and whispered, “But none of them are here. So, why are we wasting time?”
“Good point.” She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss. “So, shower?”
“Remember the first time we were in that shower together?”
She pressed a fingertip to her lips. “You mean the night you purposely didn’t tell me I was eating Bambi’s dad?”
“That’s the one,” he answered. “We could recreate that. Minus the dinner.”
“As long as we don’t recreate the next morning. I was pretty pissed at you.”
“Uh. You were a lot more than ‘pretty pissed.’ I had to grovel on my belly through hot coals and broken glass to get you back.” That was a miserable time in his life. He’d been a stubborn idiot and almost lost her.
“You deserved it.”
“I won’t argue that. I was avoiding commitment and look at us now.”
She laughed. “Yes, look at us now. Two old fuddy-duddies who have to have a long conversation before we have sex.”
“Fine. We’re not going to talk about it first, we’re just going to do it. Let’s make a pact that we’re just going to spontaneously fuck whenever and wherever we want until tomorrow morning.”
“Except for on the parade route this afternoon. We might get arrested by your own officers for indecent exposure, lewd acts, and corruption of minors.”
“Okay, let’s agree. We’ll keep the indecent exposure and lewd acts under our roof.”
“We haven’t done it in your new truck yet, either,” she reminded him.
He licked his invisible pencil again. “Okay, I’ll amend that to include the driveway.”
“And here we are talking about it again instead of doing it. We’ve already broken our pact.”
“We start now. Deal?”
Amanda nodded. “Deal.”
He grinned and took her mouth. He was done talking. Now was the time for action.
He sank the finger he’d been using to lightly strum her clit deep inside her. Her back arched and she sighed into his mouth.
Fuck, the sex with her had always been blazing hot. Even after all these years, it still was.
After seeing her in her tight, low cut jeans, high-heeled boots, and baby doll tee, striding across that parking lot with an attitude, he never looked at another woman again.
Not even in his dreams.
His wife was his fantasy come true. He could only hope he was hers.
He could only hope he could make her happy until her last breath.
He broke the kiss. “Baby…”
She pressed a finger to his mouth. “You know what I want you to do with that. And it’s not talking.”
He slipped his finger from her and rolled off the bed, heading toward the master bathroom.
“You’re not going to caveman carry me?” she called out. He could hear the pout in her voice.
He paused and glanced back over his shoulder. “If I pull something in my back, that’ll fuck up our plans. You want to risk it?”
Even though she muttered it under her breath, he still heard it. “See? I need that new and improved model.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” he insisted.
“I do love your ass. It’s still perfect.”
“Come and get it.” He smacked his bare ass cheek and went into the bathroom to start the shower.
* * *
“I don’t remember the shower being this small,” his naked wife said as she climbed in, accidentally elbowing him in the gut.
“You shower in it every day. Okay, maybe not every day. Some days you take shower strikes.” Max wrinkled up his nose.
“Very funny. I just mean with the two of us in it. Maybe we were more flexible back then.”
“It wasn’t that long ago, Mandy.” He shuffled backward so she could get under the spray.
She sighed as the hot water hit her. “There’s BC and AC. That first time was back in BC.”
“Huh?”
She turned and backed her ass right into his cock. He was pretty sure it was by accident, but his cock didn’t care.
“Before children and after children,” she explained. “Your life is never the same in the AC years.”
“If you want, we can put them up for adoption,” he suggested.
She glanced over her shoulder, her auburn hair turning a dark brown as it got wet. “Oooh. Do you think anyone would notice?”
“The kids might.” He shrugged. “I’m sure they’d get over it after a while. But then we’d lose our tax deduction.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “Now we have to keep them.”
“Yeah, I think we’re stuck with them.”
She grabbed the body wash and just let it drop, landing right on the tip of his big toe.
“Hey! What did you do that for?”
She shrugged. “Well, I thought we were recreating that first time in this shower. Remember I dropped the soap? But at the time it was a bar of Dial, not a container of liquid gold you like from Bath and Bodyworks. You’re much more sophisticated now.”
“If you remember, the soap didn’t land on my foot since I was standing outside the shower when you did that. Even so, we could have pretended instead of you maiming me. I also had clothes on and, being impatient for all of my sexy, irresistible manliness, you dragged me into the shower to ravish me.”
“I did not.”
“You did, too! You couldn’t wait to get a piece of all this.” He waved his hand over his wet body. For forty-four, he was in pretty damn good shape, if he said so himself.
And he still got plenty of compliments when he was in uniform. Yeah, maybe they all came from his mother, but who cared? Those counted, right?
“Actually, if I remember correctly, I was out running and you were stalking me, then you kidnapped me
