When he pushed deep inside her, she held him there by tightening her legs around him.
“Say that whole pussy-ass thing again,” she whispered.
With his lips against her ear, he said, “The people who want to harm you are fucking pussy-ass bitches.”
Sam came again, taking him with her this time.
He landed on top of her, panting and laughing.“Are you for real?Thatdoes it for you?”
“You do it for me.Your dirty talk is just the frosting on top.”
“I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
“I’m here for my respectable president being a dirty-mouthed bad boy in bed.”
“Good to know.I’ve got more where that came from.”
“Bring it on, Mr.President.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nick was right.She hadn’t had enough sleep, but she wouldn’t trade more sleep for the middle-of-the-night lovemaking with him.He was always worth the sacrifices, especially when he whispered dirty words in her ear and made her explode like a firecracker.
“What’re you smiling about, Mom?”Scotty asked in a grumpy tone as he sipped the one cup of coffee they allowed him these days, because “a man” needed his caffeine to survive eighth-grade algebra.
“Nothing I can tell you.”
“Why are you thinking aboutthatstuff when there’re children present?”
“I’m not allowed to even think about it?What the heck kind of rules are you making, anyway?”
“The kind that will allow us to raise halfway decent children in this house.”
Sam snorted out a laugh.“Our decent children will have the example of a very loving marriage to carry with them into adulthood.”
“You have to put it that way—‘a very loving marriage.’”His imitation of her was spot-on, which cracked her up.
Alden and Aubrey came into the kitchen, dragging backpacks behind them.They’d managed to dress on their own, but Sam made a few adjustments to collars and buttons.
“How’d we do?”Alden asked.
“Not too bad.”
“I told Nick we’re old enough to dress ourselves,” Alden said.
“Did you now?”
“Uh-huh.We’re not babies anymore.”
“No, you aren’t.I made you egg sandwiches today.”
“My favorite,” Aubrey said as she took a seat at the table.
“I thought pancakes were your favorite,” Sam said as she put plates in front of them that also included pineapple and blueberries.
“They’re myweekendfavorite.”
“Oh, I see,” Sam said, amused by her as always.
