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“Yes, I have plans for you,” I answer with a lecherous tone, chuckling sinisterly.

She rubs her hand over my thigh. “I love you so much.”

“I know, and I’m grateful every day that you do.” I lift her hand and kiss it. When I look over again at the next red light, my six-months-pregnant wife is asleep. I drive quietly to the hotel. I give the valet the keys and scoop up the bag over my shoulder and then carry my sweet minx in my arms. I’m happy I already booked it earlier so I bypass the front desk and go straight to the elevators. Stripping her down to her panties and bra, I lay her down on the sofa. I run the bath water after and then wake her up.

“Beautiful, it’s time for you to enjoy your bath. You get to decide dinner.”

“Can we just get some Chinese?”

“Yes we can.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

“I’m sorry this is a crappy anniversary.”

“Crappy?” I say.

“I wasn’t supposed to work today. Now I’m so freaking tired and gross.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “I’m with the love of my life in a hotel with her naked body that I get to admire while I steal glances. As long as I get to hold you, I’m a happy man.” She acts like we don’t have sex almost every freaking day.

“We’ve been married for five years, and I have loved every damn day.” She’s about to argue, but I press my hand to her lips and say, “Loved every day.”

“Even when I’m grumpy.”

“You’re like a grumpy kitty. It’s adorable.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“My life wasn’t good before you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“For a killer, you are freaking romantic.”

“Only for you.”

“Good, because I’ll show every bitch I’m my father’s daughter.”

“Or your husband’s wife.”

“That’s right.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses my chin.

“Bath, now,” I growled. “I need to feed you, and then it’s bedtime.”

Two hours later, Calista wasn’t tired anymore, and we definitely celebrated our anniversary with multiple orgasms.

THE END