A Little Harmless Fling (2 page)

“Look at me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered and her lids lifted. Her green gaze locked with his and he held it as he increased his thrusts. Soon, both of them were out of control.

Her eyes blurred, her body bowed back as she screamed his name. Her completion spurred his own, as he thrust once…twice…three times more before he exploded, every muscle in his body going still as poured himself into her.

Moments later, he rested his head against her shoulder and bent his legs. They both almost fell over. Gennifer snorted then laughed as he staggered both of them over to the king-sized bed he’d not even know was in the room. He angled himself to be under her when they fell. He grunted as she landed on top of him.

Within minutes, she was sleeping, her head tucked under his chin, her hand over his heart.

He followed her into dreams thinking this was an excellent way to spend an anniversary.

***

“Dammit, Anna, watch the elbow.”

She sighed and moved again. When he relaxed she assumed he was comfortable. “Not very nice pillow talk there, Maxwell.” He smacked her ass and chuckled. “Saucy wench.” Anna lifted herself up on her elbow and smiled down at him. She couldn’t help it. She was just too damn happy. The love she felt for him amazed her on a daily basis, but the fact that he felt the same way, well that sometimes damned near stunned her. And, the fact she had gotten him so crazy he didn’t get his clothes off—that was absolutely wonderful. In fact, he was still wearing them.

Her head began to itch under the wig. She pulled it off her head, tossing it on the chair next to the table.

“Ahh, I liked you as a blonde,
Gennifer
.”

“Kiss ass, Butch.” She pulled the pins out of her hair, allowing her unruly curls to tumble down to her shoulders. “I didn’t even get to put on my pretty new outfit.”

He pulled her up on top of him and kissed her chin. His cock was hard against her sex. She shivered, delighted that it was still this way between them, even a year after their wedding.

“Tell you what, honey.” He slipped his finger under the edge of one of her sleeves. “We can take this off and then in about another hour, I can let you get dressed again.”

His hands skimmed down to her rear end and squeezed, then rolled her over, so he was on top of her. He pressed his mouth to hers again, and just like the first time years ago, her whole body melted, her heart sang.

By the time he lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. “Okay, not an hour, maybe two.”

She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when he ground his groin against hers. Her sex, already wet, dampened further, her body lighting up for another round of lovemaking.

Sighing, she grabbed his head and pulled him back down to her mouth.

“Anything you say, Maxwell, just keep me happy.” He was laughing when she kissed him.