Thud.
He collapses dramatically, his face landing right between my legs.
“Grrr… tiger down,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against my thigh.
I laugh, trying to shift under his weight. Tiger? More like wounded middle-aged cat. “Are you okay… down there?”
“Shhh.” He lifts his head, smiling. “I’m conserving my energy,” he says, struggling to peel his shirt off. “You know how sexy you are, right?” His effort to seduce is not exactly smooth, but it’s endearing. And damn, he still looks damn good with his fit dad bod.
“I love you, Jinx.” His voice softens, vulnerability slipping through as his lips brush against my skin. “I don’t want to lose you… And I know how we can connect deeper.”
I know too. It’s the one time I truly feel connected with him. No words. No disappointments. No problems. Just us. And years of knowing exactly what the other needs, reading each other’s bodies like a memorized manual.
If only we had a manual for the rest of our marriage.
“I can think of a few ways with your mouth,” I murmur, my breath hitching. “But maybe…” My voice trails off before thewords just slip out. “Maybe we need to find more ways outside the bedroom.”
Did I just say that out loud?
“Shhh.” Jacob’s smirk returns. “Close your legs and open your mouth. Let me show you how much I want you.”
“Wait…” My brows furrow, my brain working overtime. “Don’t you mean close my mouth and open my legs?”
We burst into real laughter. The kind that brings us closer together. The kind we’ve been missing for a long time.
“Both work, Jinx…” he says, his lips already getting me wet and ready. “Mmm, you taste even better than when we first met. Like aged fine wine. I could stay here forever.”
I erupt into full-on stomach-clenching giggles. A weird mix of hunger, horniness, and hope is brewing inside me. He loves me. I love him. We can make this work.
As his head disappears between my legs, I try to sink into the moment. His tongue hits all the right spots. Fingers moving like magic wands. This feels good. My body feels good.
It’s saying hell yes.
“Right there, baby,” I whimper, gripping the sheets. I should say more. Something sexy. Instead, I climb on top of him, taking back some control.
“Ride my cock, just like that,” Jacob groans, hands tight on my hips. “Come for me. You look so hot.”
But my brain? It’s saying hell no.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Focus. Be present. Have an orgasm. You like orgasms. This is your husband. This is good. This is—
Magic Mike. Channing Tatum. That upside-down thing he did on the pole.
Nope. Still nothing.
Izzy. Oh God, why the hell am I thinking about her?
ABORT. One-eyed aliens. Flaming tacos. What’s in this gummy?
I glance down to see Jacob’s sexy eyes looking up at me as I grind harder and faster on him. Better. Okay. My body starts responding. I start moaning. It’s coming.
And then… BAM. Dylan’s smile flickers through my head. His hands. Just his hands.
No. Not now.
Fuck. On second thought. Yes, right now. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan.
And then—double BAM. Explosions. My body lets go.
