Had there been resignation in her words? Was she giving me a blow job because she didn’t want me to question her easy acceptance? She’d tell me if she had an issue with waiting—

She swirled her tongue around the tip and licked all the way down.

“Kate.” My fingers curled into the armrest.

She had free rein to do whatever the hell she wanted with me. I was getting close when she ran her tongue around the crown. My hips jacked up.

“I’m not going to last long,” I warned her, but she didn’t stop. My hips had a mind of their own, but she moved with me. I rolled my hips up and she sucked me down.

Fucking divine.

I did it again. And again.

“Kate—” That was all the warning I could get out, but she didn’t stop.

Lightning gripped my body. I barked out her name, my back bowing as my balls drew impossibly tighter, and released into her hot mouth.

My wife was drinking me down. I was spasming too hard to stare, but I caught enough of the erotic picture to never forget it.

When I sagged, she released my cock with a pop and sat back, wiping off her mouth. The self-satisfied expression on her face would’ve made me chuckle if I’d had enough energy after the most amazing blow job.

I gathered her onto my lap, careful of my ultra-sensitive dick. To let her know that nothing she could do would turn me off, I brought her head down and kissed her. She stiffened for a heartbeat before she melted into me.

Her flannel-clad ass stroked against my cock and the sensitivity changed from needing a moment to ready to go.

I broke the kiss to murmur a thank-you against her lips. I didn’t just mean for the last few minutes, but for understanding me, for being patient.

She tucked her head under my chin. I couldn’t see her expression. I was afraid to. What decision had she come to before she’d crawled toward me? It wasn’t about whether or not to give me a blow job.

I needed time to prove to her that she’d made the right decision, whatever it was.

CHAPTER 19

Kate

My birthdays were usually a quiet meal out. Aiden would take a couple of hours off and maybe work from home the rest of the night. He wasn’t doing that tonight.

I was seated in the back room of a steak house, a boisterous place where my family could laugh and my mom’s smoky cackle would get lost in the noise. Caleb and Corbin argued until baskets of warm buns were set in front of them. Then they argued over the last bun until Aiden ordered more.