Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Sorry. Do you want me to get you a new one?”
She huffs, then shakes her head. “I’m done for the day, so I’ll order a new one. I’ll stop in the office tomorrow and take one from my office there.”
“Sorry, Sweets. Come here, and let me kiss you the way you should be kissed.” I open my arms, and she glides her hand over my chest before sliding them around my back, pressing her head against my beating heart.
“How was work?”
“Same old thing. I missed you.” She looks up at me and kisses my jaw. “And I had the strangest feeling that you were pregnant again.”
She giggles. “Strange wouldn’t be it. Baby number five is on the way.”
“What?” I thrust my hand into her hair and kiss the fuck out of her.
“I love you, Demi. What a fantastic anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary,” she moans, grinding her core against my always hard cock.
“Get ready. It’s just you and me tonight. Mom and Dad are coming over to babysit.”
“Yay!” She moves out of my hold, but then stops in her tracks and turns to look back at me. “But I thought they weren’t coming back until next week?”
“Ha. You know them. Do you think they want to miss any time with their grandbabies? I’m sure they picked up some presents for the kids in Greece.”
“Great. What should I wear?”
“If I had my way…never mind. At least something that covers your tits and ass.”
“I’ll be ready in twenty.” It’s going to take longer, but I let her tell me that lie. If she got ready in an hour, I’d be happy. Usually, one of the kids vies for her attention, making it hard for her to get things done at a reasonable time or at all.
“Good. I need to go say hi to my boys.” I walk into the dining room where the boys are all doing their homework.
“Dad,” they cheer in unison.
I pull up a chair across from them and watch them work. “How are my fellas?”
“We’re great, Dad.”
“I just finished my homework. I had to color,” my youngest boy says. I rub my hand in his hair.
“It looks fantastic, son. I need to take you boys for a haircut. How about this weekend?”
“Yay.” They love getting their hair cut and the scalp massage.
“So, Dad, what are you doing for Mom for your anniversary?” Reed questions. He’s growing up to be the perfect gentleman. Treating his mother right is the first lesson I taught him.
“I’m taking your pretty momma out for our anniversary tonight. Grandma and grandpa will be watching you.”
“Awesome,” Reed cheers. He loves fishing with his grandfather, so they’ll be talking about it and planning their next outing.
“Maybe grandma can make us her famous pizza,” my seven-year-old, Carson suggests. My mother has a great recipe that she’s been using since I was a little boy.
“I don’t know, but you all better behave.”
“We will. We promise,” Jackson says. He’s five and is the most loving out of the bunch. He always behaves.
Forty-five minutes later, my parents are here, sitting with the boys and the princess sleeping in our bed. She watched mommy getting ready, but her naptime kicked in. Andy loves me, but Demi and Andy are twins, so she wants to be with her all the time.
“Sweets, are you ready?”
“Coming, Mr. Harding.” Yes, she will. Over and over again. After dinner, I’m taking her to a hotel where I’m going to worship every inch of her in privacy until we’re both exhausted.
I stand at the bottom of the staircase as my wife of ten years comes down in a pretty, sleeveless white dress that hits just above her knees with a scoop collar and a matching pearl necklace. I’m so in love, and I tell her so.
“Never a day goes by that I don’t realize how lucky I am. Thank you, Demi. I love you.”
THE END