by Lexie Davis
He came to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed. “I can’t blame you completely. If the roles were reversed and some guy was kneeling between your legs, I’d be pretty livid, too. Except I wouldn’t take it out on household items. I’d take it out on his face.”
She smiled and laid her cheek against his arm. She linked her fingers with his. “I thought about that, too.”
He chuckled. “I love you and only you.”
“It’s going to work, right? After we sort through our differences, everything will be okay again.”
He dragged her on top of him and spread her legs so she could straddle his thighs. His hard cock pressed against her pussy as he stared into her eyes.
“I promise you I’m going to do my part. I talked with my boss yesterday and told him I need to cut back on my workload. Granted, it means a pay cut since I won’t have as many clients, but we can survive. Then we can talk about Connecticut. Maybe we’ll get a house there and split our time between there and Miami.”
She leaned forward and cupped his cheeks before planting a kiss on his lips. “I love you so much.”
His fingers caressed her sides. She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Beneath, she wore her hot pink bathing suit. She moved off him long enough to tug her shorts off then straddled his thighs again.
“Did you mean it when you said you didn’t want to be married to me?”
He met her eyes. “Yes.”
“Did you change your mind?”
He smiled. “You wouldn’t be here, in our bed on top of me, if I hadn’t.”
She pursed her lips. “What made you change your mind?”
He tugged at the string in the center of her back and undid her bathing suit top. “I was mad, and my mom mentioned something to me that changed my mind.”
He pulled to top away from her and cupped her breasts.
“What did your mother say?”
He leaned down to kiss the swell of her breast. “She reminded me of what I told her the night I informed my parents I wanted to marry you. I told her that I wanted to create a life with you.” His tongue lashed out to flick her nipple. “To create children with you.”
Kiley arched into his touch. “So you wanted me back because you planned to have children with me?”
He smiled and switched to her other nipple giving it the same treatment. Kids with Bo didn’t sound like a bad idea for the future. Her sister-in-law had just had a baby, and he was great with their little nephew. She could only imagine how great he’d be with their own kids.
His fingers slipped to her sides and tugged at the strings at her hips. “I don’t want kids,” he stated, moving back to meet her eyes. “But I thought about the possibility of ever being that happy again, by myself or with someone else, and I couldn’t imagine it. That thought alone made all the petty arguments seem pointless.”
He removed her bathing suit bottom and tossed it to the side. His thumb went to her clit and circled around it. “We both got angry. We both felt betrayed and hurt. But we both knew, deep inside, divorce wasn’t the answer.”
He dipped a finger inside her and spread her moisture over her clit. She gasped.
“Feel good?”
She dropped her head back. “Every time you touch me, it feels good.”
He urged her closer and lowered his mouth to her breast while he continued rub her clit. Seeking more, she lifted her hips slightly. Bo enjoyed making her so hot that she could barely think straight. One look flipped the switch on her desire, and by the time he touched her, she wanted to come.
Two fingers slid inside her wet pussy, their girth stretching her tight hole. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit and continued to stimulate it as he pumped his fingers inside her. She rotated her hips as his tongue slid to the valley between her breasts before he pressed a kiss to the spot above her heart.
Bo always knew her needs and gave her pleasure accordingly, but she wanted more from him. He was hard though that he seemed to ignore his own need while he gave her pleasure. Kiley combed her fingers in his hair and tugged his head back so he met her gaze. She smiled at him, leaned in to kiss his neck, and snaked her tongue out to taste his hot skin.
She pushed him back against the mattress and, moving down his body, kissed a path along his sternum. His hands fell to the side when she changed their position, and Kiley rubbed herself against his erection. They’d had sex a few nights back, but it seemed like forever since she felt him inside her.
She paused a moment to meet his eyes as her emotions rushed through her all at once with an overwhelming intensity. The past few days, she couldn’t stop thinking about him or the way he made her feel when she had his arms wrapped around her. She wanted that again. Forever.
He smiled at her and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you so much.”
He smoothed a hand down her back. His boxers did little to hide his reaction to her. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck.
“Did you know that coconut oil you favor turns me on? You smell so damn good. I want to eat you up.”
She laughed. “Take off your boxers.”
He rolled her to her back. The rose petals felt cool against her heated skin. Bo paused, eying her naked body.
“You’re staring.”
A sexy grin crossed his face. “Am I not allowed to look?”
He stood and pushed his boxers to the floor, kicking them to the side before he returned to her. He pushed her legs apart and leaned over her, kissing her lips.
His cock was caught between their bodies, and Bo lifted his hips enough to thrust inside her. Her pussy welcomed each marvelous inch.
She combed her fingers through his hair and held him to her as they kissed. He withdrew, only to drive his cock back inside her again and again. Harder. Deeper. Faster.
She arched with overwhelming pleasure as he fucked her. Bo nipped her lower lip before pulling it between his teeth and sucking it. Kiley wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his ass.
They were entwined. She closed her eyes and thanked her lucky stars that everything would be okay. She couldn’t spend a lifetime without him, without his touch. He’d always been the only man for her, and even when they did fight, he was always the one who made everything better. He was her husband, the one she loved most.
Her orgasm rocketed through her when he bumped her G-spot, and Kiley cried out at the intensity. Bo pressed his face against her neck as he thrust hard, spilling his come inside her. Sweaty, he collapsed against her, pushing her harder against the mattress.
“I love you, too, Kiley.” He kissed her neck. “God, I love you so much.”
* * * *
Bo groaned when Kiley pulled away from him. “Where are you going?”
“My phone’s ringing.” She went to the bag she left by the door and answered the ringing gadget.
He propped his head on his palm and, watching her, took in her naked body. She was a woman with curves, and he loved every one of them. Half of the time, she complained about it, called herself fat, which seemed completely ridiculous to him. She was a real woman, not some stick-thin, airbrushed model in a magazine like her sister.
“Okay,” she said to the person on the phone. “I’ll call you later, after I talk about it with Bo.”
At the mention of his name, he focused on her again. She hung up the phone and sat it on the dresser before grabbing one of his shirts from the closet. After donning it, she climbed in bed beside him.
“That was my dad.” She met his eyes. “He said he has a big deal coming in, and he needs someone to work for him now. He promised I’ll always have a job there if we move back home, but he needs to hire someone if I’m not going to be there soon. He wants to know what I’m going to do.”
Bo pursed his lips. “What do you want to do?”
“I’m not leaving you.” She gave him a small smile. “I guess I’ll just tell him no.”
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Are yo
u okay with that?”
“Yeah. I only wanted to take the job because I was angry and wanted to get away.” She reached out for his hand. “I was stupid and impulsive. I don’t want that anymore.”
“So you’re going to tell him no?”
She came toward him and straddled his legs before wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to tell him no.”
Bo smiled. She was his.
“We forgot about dinner,” Kiley said. “I’m anxious to see what you cooked up.”
He kissed her. “Nothing. I ordered your favorite meal from your favorite restaurant.”
She chuckled. “I should have known better.” She circled his nipple with her finger. “We need to talk about something.”
“What?”
She sighed. “I was the one that threw your Yankees ball through the window of the houseboat.”
Bo’s smile instantly faded. “Do you have any idea how much that little scrap of glass costs to replace?”
She sighed. “No. It was part of my anger management, or lack thereof. That’s not all, though. I burned a few of our wedding photos that night when I came home from your parents’ party.”
He felt the vein in the side of his head pop out. “You did what?”
She moved off his lap. “In my defense, I was a little drunk. I had nearly a whole bottle of wine after most of my rage ceased. The next morning, I felt really bad so I called the photographer, and he said he still had the proofs. I can get them replaced.”
Bo rubbed his forehead. “Is that it?”
She glanced back at him looking so damn guilty he nearly laughed. “That’s the big stuff.”
“You must have been really pissed off at me.”
“I feel really shitty now. I should have talked to you about it. I should have asked what happened and got the details before blowing up like that.”
He reached for her and pulled her between his legs. “Yes, you should have.”
She laid her head against his chest. “Are you mad at me?”
“Not really.” He kissed her. “But you are going to make it up to me.”
She glanced up at him. “What do I have to do?”
“Spend a week on the houseboat with me. It’ll make up for you destroying my shit and the vacation we were supposed to share in Hawaii.”
She linked her fingers with his. “Promise we’ll stay away from savage storms and sharks?”
“The only savage thing near will be me.”
She chuckled and leaned back to stare at him. “I think I can handle that. As long as we stay like this the entire time.”
She reached for his arms and wrapped them around her body. Bo smiled and kissed her cheek. “I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lexie's love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn't pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.
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