Page 19 of Red, White, and You (Merry Little Midlife #3)

Ten Months Later

Mid-morning on Friday, I find Brielle Donovan-West where I always find her: in her element.

Tucked behind her desk and surrounded by a mountain of paperwork, with the little crease between her brows that tells me she’s deep in thought.

There’s a pencil securing her hair into a messy bun atop her head, and her reading glasses have slipped down to the tip of her nose.

She’s on a conference call with her partner, on speakerphone of course, so she can tackle ten other tasks at once.

On any given day, any normal day, I’d keep my distance. I usually just stand in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb as I watch her for a moment, then leave her alone to continue kicking ass and taking names.

I do this most days, anyway, as I’ve found myself unable to stay away, sneaking in here to drink her in because I can.

Because she’s mine.

But today isn’t any regular old day.

So I lurk in the doorway to watch her only briefly before I step inside her office and close the door behind me, locking it quietly before I make my way around her massive desk. We have about ten minutes, and I intend to use them wisely .

Brie hums as she clocks me in her peripheral but doesn’t look up from whatever she’s working on until I step into her space, nudging her chair back with the toe of my boot.

With a huff, she blows her bangs out of her eyes, takes her reading glasses off and sets them on the desk, then she leans back and looks up at me with a smile that knocks the wind from my lungs.

“I have to go, Chris,” she says, those hazel eyes locked on mine.

Then reaches past me and presses the button to end the call while her partner is mid-sentence. “Hello, husband.”

“Hello, wife.” I lean forward and press a kiss to her lips as I grip the armrests of her chair and push her backwards so I can maneuver between her and the desk.

Breaking the kiss, I pull back and kneel before her.

Brie’s eyes flash with desire and I smirk as I unbutton her khaki shorts and begin to unzip them.

“You’re not just going to lurk in the doorway today, I see.”

Smirking, I shake my head. “No, ma’am.” I tug at the hems of each shorts leg until she lifts her ass, then I pull the shorts down her tanned legs until I can yank them off of her and push them aside, quickly following suit with her panties.

I wrap my hands around her knees and spread her thighs apart, baring her to me. I lick my lips and look up at her. “Scoot closer, baby, let me see that pretty pussy.”

“You saw her this morning,” she teases as she scoots forward.

“That was hours ago, wife.” I lean forward and exhale against her, smirking when she shivers, then I reach behind her knees and tug her even further still, bringing her right to the edge of the seat.

I drape her legs over each of my shoulders, then lean in and lick up the seam until I can flick my tongue against her clit. “Mm, that’s better.”

Brie sighs contentedly as she drags her fingers through my unruly hair, tugging my head between her thighs, and I chuckle as I give her what she craves.

I lick her with firm strokes, lapping at her hungrily, getting her nice and wet and ready for me, a mixture of saliva and arousal coating my tongue and her pussy as she whimpers and bucks against my face.

My cock throbs angrily against my jeans, so I press down on her lower belly with one hand and bring the other between my legs, giving myself a firm stroke over the denim, then I unbutton my fly.

My cock bounces free, falling heavily to rest on my thigh, and when Brie starts to whimper, her thighs beginning to tense, quaking with the foreshocks of her orgasm, I stroke myself firmly, then stand, scooping her into my arms as I rise to my feet.

She squeals, eyes wide and hungry as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, I rest my ass against her desk and position her heated center above my cock, then slide into her slowly.

She moans as we join, dropping her forehead to my shoulder.

“I’m so close, Brady,” she murmurs, the words strained as she tries to keep her orgasm at bay.

“Show me, baby.” I lift her gently so I can rock back in with a deep, firm thrust of my hips.

She murmurs my name, a repeated prayer, and I increase the pace, lifting her up just so I can slam her back down again, fucking my wife fast and hard, each drive of my hips sinking my cock deeper inside her where it belongs.

It doesn’t take long for her to come undone for me, her body tightening around mine like a vise. Brie bites into my shoulder to stifle a moan and I shout a curse, following her right over the edge, coming quickly as she trembles around me.

I hold her while be both unravel, then rub my hand up and down her spine as we drift back down to earth, coaxing her back to me with whispered praise.

“I love you, baby,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple, then repeating those three words I’ll never grow tired of telling her.

Eventually, she sighs, that sated and satisfied sound that tells me she’s floating in that just-fucked, blissful subspace.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I realize our ten minutes are up, so I settle her back onto the chair and pull out of her slowly.

She pouts as we disconnect and I chuckle at that precious look on her face as I tuck myself into my jeans and button them up, then brush my thumb over that jutting bottom lip.

“Up you go, baby,” I encourage, and she takes a deep breath, then stands so I can help her back into her panties, then her shorts, zipping them up as she watches my hands.

And, because I can’t help myself, I slip one hand beneath her shirt to cup her breast, teasing her nipple with firm strokes of my thumb until she squeaks and pushes my hand away.

Shaking her head, Brie runs her palms over invisible wrinkles on her blouse, then she drags her fingers through her long, blonde waves.

When she smiles up at me, I fall in love with her all over again.

“Is it time?” she asks, still a bit breathless, and those beautiful hazel eyes still slightly hooded.

“It is.” I cup my wife’s face and press my lips to hers in a slow, tender kiss. When I pull back, I smile and slip my hand into hers. “Come on, boss. Let’s go meet the first batch of this year’s campers.”