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Vince grins. “Amelia said I could go to Theo’s house for dinner. They’re having pizza and then we’re going to play the new video game he got for his birthday.”

My smile grows as I behold my wife’s mischievous grin. “Sounds good, bud. When are you heading out?”

Vince looks expectantly at Amelia, who waves a hand. “Go, go. I’ll finish up here. Don’t forget to thank Theo’s parents! We’ll pick you up at eight.”

“It’s only a block away!”

“I don’t want you walking home in the dark.”

“But I’m almost eleven!”

Amelia batts her eyelashes, and it’s game over.

Vince mutters, “Fine,” and stomps from the room.

I take advantage of the moment, crossing the kitchen to pull her into my arms. “You have us wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

She grins up at me. “You like it.”

I nuzzle the warm, soft skin under her jaw, breathing her scent like it’s my first taste of oxygen. After a long day, it might as well be. I already feel revitalized.

“You know what else I like?” I murmur, kissing beneath her ear where I know she’s extra sensitive. She rewards me with a breathy little moan.

“Ew, you guys!” exclaims Vince. “Can you at least wait till I leave?”

“Bye, Vince. Love you!” chirps Amelia.

“Have fun at Theo’s,” I add.

A few seconds later, the front door slams. I chuckle into her hair. “Do you think we’re scarring him for life?”

She laughs, leaning back in my arms. “You’re the psychiatrist.”

I grin. “Then the answer is no. Definitely not. Besides, it’s my job to show him how to treat a partner he loves.”

“Mmhmm,” she says, eyes dancing.

I wipe a spot of frosting off her cheek and she grabs my finger, sucking it into her mouth. My cock twitches in interest. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I walk backward, bringing her with me. Halfway up the stairs, I almost trip when she sucks a second finger into her warm mouth.

With a sultry laugh, she rubs against me. “Well, hello there.”

In reply, I sweep her off her feet and carry her the rest of the way to our bedroom. By the time my knees hit the bed, I’ve lost any and all patience. Luckily, so has she. As I tackle my tie and belt, she whips off her shirt and kicks off her leggings, then falls back to the comforter. Perched on my knees, I watch my goddess spread her legs and touch herself.

“You’re wet for me, Amelia.” My voice is low, harsh. I’m hard as a fucking rock and haven’t even touched her yet.

She arches her back. “Always.”

I don’t bother with my shoes or socks, or even removal of my pants. They dangle from my hips as I crawl over her and circle my tongue around one pretty, pert nipple.

“Forget the foreplay,” she moans, her small hands finding me and guiding me to her entrance. “I need you.”

I capture her mouth, sweeping my tongue against hers, then rise up to watch her face as I sink inside her. The flush on her cheeks, her panting breath, the love and desire in her eyes… Nothing on this earth is more beautiful. Or fierce. Courageous. Rare.

Her legs come around my hips, nails digging into my waist. I give myself over to my need and hers, finding a rhythm that elevates her to a writhing, sweaty, gorgeous mess. She climaxes fast and hard, pulsing and squeezing me like a vise, and I follow her greedily off the edge.

“Fuuuck,” I groan into her mouth.

“We just did,” she whispers back.