“Hello, hot as fuck husband,” she says, and I walk to her. She’s wearing my robe again. “Now before you even start.” I’m already pulling the sash loose, and it shows me that she isn’t wearing anything under it. “I can’t mess up my hair and makeup,” she tries to talk, but my hands are already cupping her pussy. She closes her eyes and opens her legs a bit to give me access. My mouth finds her open mouth and our tongues circle each other. I pick her up and place her on the edge of the counter at the same time as she unties my belt. Our mouths never leave each other while she opens her legs, and I finger her, and she plays with my cock. The only time she lets my mouth go is when I slide into her. She wraps one arm around my neck and throws her head back, giving me access to her neck, which I suck on. I fuck her as slow as I can, but with her, I lose my head, and the slowness soon turns into an overwhelming need to fuck the shit out of her. She leans back, putting her feet on the counter and opening her legs wider. “Harder.” The robe slips off her shoulders, and I grab both tits in my hands, squeezing them while I fuck her until we both come.

Chapter Thirty

Savannah

My hands shake as I grab my purse and climb out of the truck, standing next to Beau who is wearing a blue suit that molds to him. He grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses my fingers. “You look amazing,” he tells me again. When I got dressed, he was in his closet, putting on his pants. I slipped on the white and pink floral sleeveless dress and walked in to have him zip it up. The dress goes to my knees, and I matched it with white strappy sandals.

“Thank you.” I smile at him shyly. I am not going to tell him what a fucked-up day I’ve had. I’m not going to put this on him when he has a function. So I hide it down and tuck it away. “This is nice.” I look around, walking up the steps toward the house. “Remember when we were younger, we used to sit over there.” I point at the tree all the way at the end of the lawn. “And watch all the people walking in.”

“I hated it,” he says. “I always had to dress up in a stuffy suit.”