“It’s okay. I’ll just make sure to beat you out of bed if she wakes up in the middle of the night.”
Autumn fights off a smile. “You sleep like the dead.”
“Hey, I can wake up with her when I need to,” I defend myself, even though she’s right.
Autumn is the definition of a light sleeper, whereas I could sleep through the worst storm. When we brought Emily home, there was one night that I fell asleep in the chair in her room while she slept in her crib. When she woke up crying, I didn’t hear a thing, and she was only a couple of inches away from me. Autumn actually got out of bed and made sure I was still alive.
“Sure you can.” She teases as she slides my plate across the counter toward me.
“Tell me about your day.”
As I eat, she tells me about everything Cleo, Emily, and she did. The more she talks, the more relaxed I get. It’s like the weight of the organization falls off my shoulders when it’s just us, and I don’t have a care in the world about anything that happens outside of these four walls.
She mentions Christmas shopping, and it reminds me that I need to check in with my lawyer and see how the acquisition of her favorite apothecary is going. I want to be able to hand her the deed on Christmas morning.
“Are you ready for bed?” she asks as I place my plate in the dishwasher after rinsing it off.
“For sleep? No.” I shake my head. “But do I want to crawl into bed with you? Very much so.”
I watch as her breath catches and her eyes dilate.
“What do you think?”
“I would like that.”
I pull her into me and pick her up. Instantly, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I can walk, you know,” she teases as I carry her toward our room.
I dip my chin down and gently bite her neck, making her gasp.
“I know you can, but why should you when I can carry you?”
She smiles, shaking her head.
I don’t waste any time. I walk her straight to our room, sending a quick text to Connor asking him to monitor our daughter. He responds immediately.
He was the right choice to watch our girl. He takes his job seriously and often has the stream of her room up, even when he is sleeping.
Pushing him from my thoughts, I focus on my beautiful wife before me.
How did I get so lucky?
“Stop staring and get your face between my legs,” she demands cheekily.
I snort, but work on removing her clothes. She’s glistening with her wetness, making me harder than I already was. I love how ready she always is for me.
I don’t bother with my own clothes, dropping to my knees in front of her.
The first swipe of my tongue has her back coming off the bed. I hold her tighter, loving the way it makes her moan. She loves when I leave my fingerprints on her hips. She once told me that she likes to press on them when I’m not home to bring back the sensation of me pleasuring her.
Fuck if that isn’t a fantasy of mine now.
I work her slowly, not wanting to let her give in too easily, but my girl is primed and ready to go. It doesn’t take long for her to come on my tongue. I lap up all the juices and go for round two, but she pushes against me.
“Cal, I need you. I need you inside me.”
I can’t help my proud smirk. I love hearing her beg for me. Usually I give in, but tonight I’m not done with my feast.
