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  His fingers glide down my stomach, over my pubis and to my folds. Isaac grins.

  “This is another of my favorite places.”

  “Is that right?” I grin back at him and sigh as he sinks one finger inside me while his thumb dances around my clit.

  “Oh, definitely.” He scoots further down the bed and opens my core, his thumbs parting my lips. “Look how beautiful you are. Pink and wet.” His lips glide from my clit down through my labia, then he uses his tongue to trace back up again. “Delicious,” he whispers.

  Chapter Seven

  My back arches off the bed as his tongue plunges into my core. “Oh my God.”

  “So responsive.” He adds a second finger and swirls that magical tongue around my nub, teasing and flicking it, then sucking it gently.

  “Fuck, Eyes…”

  “Oh, yes, we will, but I’m having fun down here for now, sweetheart.” He smiles mischievously and kisses that spot he knows, the place where my thigh meets my center, and I moan again, gripping the sheet tightly in my fingers.

  He pulls both fingers out of me, pushing them through my lips, around my clit, making me even wetter, his intensely blue eyes watching his fingers play with me.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers to himself and then looks up at me, grins widely and shedding his clothes quickly, climbs over me. He rests his pelvis between my legs, and settles down on me, just looking at me.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Absolutely nothing.” He kisses me chastely, gently sweeping his lips across mine. He rocks his hips, sliding himself through my wetness, and then slowly, oh so very slowly, inches into me until he’s filled me completely and he’s buried inside me.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, holding him close and he rests his forehead against mine.

  “The best thing I ever did in my life was make you mine, Stace,” he whispers. I grasp his face in my hands and nuzzle his nose, letting tears fall down my face. He brushes them gently with his thumbs and ever so slowly, starts to move his hips. He pulls one leg up over his shoulder and turns his head to kiss my calf. I gasp at the new angle, allowing him to slide into me even deeper. And suddenly, I can’t stand slow and steady any more. I need it fast and I need it hard.

  I move my hips, pumping them up and down, squeezing around him.

  “God, babe, don’t squeeze me so hard. You’ll make me come.”

  “That’s the point.”

  He shakes his head adamantly. “I don’t want to come yet.”

  I grip his ass in my hands and pull him harder and clasp around him tighter. He scowls down at me and pulls all the way out.

  “Hey!”

  “You’re not good at doing what you’re told, are you?”

  “Ten years of marriage and you’re just now figuring this out?” I ask dryly.

  He slams into me again, hard, and then pulls all the way out.

  “Argh!” Damn him!

  Now he teases me, putting just the tip inside, grinning proudly at me. “Ready to do what you’re told?”

  I raise my hips quickly, making his cock slide farther into me, but he pulls out.

  “Oh no. I think you’d better turn over.”

  Effortlessly, he flips me over, pulls my ass in the air and buries himself inside me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me on and off of him at a punishing, yet steady pace.

  “Oh, God.” He covers me with his chest and reaches around to circle my clit with his fingers.

  “I make you come, baby, then you can make me come. That’s how it works.” His raspy voice, and those magical fingers, and the incessant push and pull of friction inside me sends me over the edge and I cry out his name as I come, pulsating and shuddering beneath him helplessly.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Oh, God, Stace…”

  And suddenly he’s brutally gripping my hips again and pushing inside me, as hard and as deep as he can, and I feel him spill his seed inside me.

  “Fuck me,” he whispers and kisses my shoulder.

  “I just did.”

  “Smart ass.”

  ***

  “What’s wrong?” Isaac cups my face in his hands with a frown and looks down at me as our family walks ahead of us, not paying any attention to us.

  “Just a small headache.” I smile reassuringly, take his hand in mine and kiss it, then he tucks them both in his jacket pocket to keep them warm.

  We’re walking around Woodland Park Zoo in the heart of Seattle enjoying the Christmas light display they put on every year. It’s early evening and the air is crisp, making our cheeks pink and noses cold. We’ve had a rare winter dry-spell the last few days. Actually, since we returned from the cabin a few weeks ago the weather has been surprisingly mild. Perfect Zoo Light weather.

  The zoo strings hundreds of thousands of lights, all throughout the zoo, in shapes of animals and flowers and landscape scenes. It’s really quite beautiful after dark. They also bring in reindeer and a huge carousel for the kids.

  This is an annual family outing for the Montgomerys. This year it’s just Isaac’s parents, Isaac, Soph and I, Jules, and Nat and Luke. Brynna came along as well with her two adorable five-year-old twin girls, Maddie and Josie.

  “You’ve had a few headaches over the past couple weeks,” Isaac comments. He pat’s Sophie’s back as she squirms in her sleep in the sling across his chest.

  “I’m okay.” I smile at him again and then laugh as the girls squeal in delight when they see a fairytale light display, hopping up and down, wanting to get a better look. Brynna looks back at us, surveys the area quickly and turns back to the girls.

  “God, I’m gonna throw up.” Jules mutters. Luke and Nat are kissing. Again. I laugh and rub Jules’ arm in comfort.

  “Aren’t you used to them making out by now?”

  “Jesus, do they have to do it all the damn time?”

  Luke grins, kisses Nat one last time and wraps his arm around her. “Yes.”

  “Yuck.” Jules sticks her tongue out and shudders and I can’t help but laugh.

  “Are you nine?” Isaac asks.

  “Shut up, Isaac,” Jules responds.

  Suddenly, Isaac grips the lapels of my wool coat and gently pulls me up to his lips, kissing me hard and deep. I hear Jules gag, and I giggle, wrap my arms around his neck and give into his passionate embrace, mindful that Sophie is now snuggled between us.

  “Good one, Isaac,” Natalie remarks, impressed as we separate.

  “Why should you guys get all the fun?” Isaac asks, still smiling down at me.

  Why indeed?

  “There are children here, you know,” Jules reminds us.

  “I want to feed the reindeer,” Maddie jumps up and down and her sister joins her.

  “Okay, reindeer it is,” Isaac says and motions for everyone to walk further down the pathway. Brynna looks over her shoulder, toward the way we’ve just come and frowns.

  “Brynna’s been looking over her shoulder all evening,” I whisper at Isaac. He glances over at her thoughtfully.

  “Hey,” Isaac drapes an arm around her and gives her a squeeze, then pulls away. “You’re safe here.”

  She offers him a small smile. “I know. I just can’t help but stay alert.”

  I take her hand in my free one as the three of us lag behind the rest. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

  Her face drops and she stares down at the ground. She bites her bottom lip and turns her dark brown eyes up to me and shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing around her pretty face. “No.”

  “Why?” I ask in frustration.

  “It’s just better for you if you don’t know.”

  I look over at Isaac. “Do you know?”

  He shakes his head and scowls over at Brynna. “No. She’s a stubborn mule.”

  “Matt and I have it under control,” she mutters.

  “Right, so looking over your shoulder everywhere you go, getting a new disposable cell phone with
a new number and changing your hair color are keeping it under control? What’s next, Bryn, you gonna change your names and social security numbers too?”

  She glares at me and I think I see tears start to form. I feel like a bitch.

  “Shit, I’m sorry.” I shake my head and exhale deeply. “That was horrible. I’m just worried about you, and you’ve never kept secrets from me before.”

  “I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

  “Okay.” She looks up at me, surprised. “Okay. When you can tell me, come tell me.”

  “So, Brynna,” Isaac starts. “I’m assuming you could use a job.”

  She cringes. “Yeah, but I don’t really want to start applying and having prospective employers run a background check. It’ll draw attention.”

  “Right.,” Isaac nods. “Well, I need help in my office. I need someone to answer the phone, take care of billing, things like that.”

  “I thought you already had someone for that,” she frowns.

  “I do, but business is good, and we need more help. You in?”

  “You’re offering me a job?”

  “Yep.”

  She bites her lip, considering his offer.

  “Under the table, Bryn.”

  “Really?”

  He just smiles over at her, and I just love him so much.

  “I can start tomorrow.” She smiles big, the first true smile I’ve seen on her beautiful face since she got home almost two weeks ago and launches herself at him, hugging him as closely as she can with Sophie strapped to his chest.

  “Hey, watch your hands, sister,” I mutter playfully. “And don’t crush my baby.”

  She laughs.

  “If he wasn’t yours, I’d claim him.”

  “Ladies, no need to fight. There’s enough of me to go around.”

  We both bust into giggles, and Isaac frowns. “Trust me babe, you’ve got your hands full with what you have.”

  “Killjoy.”

  “Mom! Mom! I’m gonna feed the ‘deer!” Josie screams and runs up to her mother in excitement.

  “Great, Jose! How many are there?”

  “Eight.”

  “What are their names?” Luke asks her and winks at Brynna.

  I can’t help but laugh at Brynna’s response to Luke. She blushes like a teenager whenever he looks at her. She still can’t believe that Natalie is married to the Luke Williams.

  “Donner, Dasher…” Josie starts.

  “Blitzen and Cupid…” Maddie adds, and scrunches up her face, thinking hard.

  “Comet and Vixen and Dancer and… and…” Josie and Maddie look at each other, counting on their little fingers.

  “And Lucky!” Maddie cries!

  “Lucky?” Luke asks with a surprised laugh. We all try to hide our snickers behind our hands, but fail miserably.

  “Yep.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Auntie Stace, Sophie wants to feed the deer,” Josie says earnestly.

  “I think Sophie is too little to feed the deer, sweetie,” I smile down at her and pull her soft, long raven braid through my hand.

  “Well, can I look at her then?” she asks and Isaac squats, letting the sweet little girl look in the sling at the sleeping baby. Both girls have been a bit obsessed with their little cousin since meeting her for the first time. “Oh, she’s sleeping,” she whispers loudly at Isaac.

  “Yes, she is,” he responds with a grin. I can’t help but smile at them.

  “Why?” she gazes earnestly into Isaac’s eyes, which are eye-level with hers.

  “Cause she’s sleepy.”

  Josie smiles sweetly. “Okay.”

  And off she goes to continue feeding the deer with her sister.

  “You’re good with kids, Isaac,” Jules says casually while watching her parents help the girls feed the animals.

  “What do you want, brat?”

  “I can’t say something nice to you without wanting something?”

  Isaac laughs and tucks Sophie’s binkie in her mouth. “Okay, thanks. I think.”

  “For the love of the baby Jesus in a manger will you stop!” Jules suddenly exclaims and we all break out laughing at the sight of Natalie and Luke in another passionate embrace.

  “Give it up, Jules.” Luke mutters and dips Natalie low, giving us all a show.

  “God, I hate you.”

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  “We’re sitting in the back,” Isaac murmurs in my ear as we enter the movie theater. It’s a weeknight, so there aren’t many other movie-goers in the plush seats.

  “I’m so not making out with you in a movie theater,” I mumble and hear him chuckle.

  “Yes you will.”

  “I’m not sixteen.”

  I climb the steps to the top and we claim seats directly in the middle. We are in a theater that offers reclining leather loveseats rather than the typical theater seats. It’s new, and I swear to God, I’m never going to another run-of-the-mill theater ever again. Isaac raises the armrest, effectively converting the space into a cozy leather loveseat. We settle in and wait for the movie to start.

  “I can’t believe you agreed to watch a chick flick,” I shove a handful of popcorn in my mouth and take a sip of soda.

  “I don’t plan on watching much of it.”

  “I’m not making out with you during the movie. I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out for weeks.”

  “I’ll buy it for you on Blu Ray.” He shrugs and bites his hotdog almost in half.

  “Then why did we spend almost fifty dollars to come to the movies?” I ask.

  He grins at me and swallows. “Movie Makeout Date.”

  “Excuse me?” I ask with a laugh.

  “We’re on a date.”

  “Clearly.”

  “At the movies.”

  “Okay.” I frown up at him and then immediately return his lazy smile. God I love it when he looks at me like that. His eyes are all happy and cocky.

  “Where it’s dark.” He pulls me closer to his side and wraps his arm around me, resting his hand on my hip and whispers in my ear, “and no one can see me touch you.”

  Holy shit, he just turned me on in a movie theater.

  “How long have you had this little daydream?” I ask him dryly.

  “Since I was about thirteen.”

  I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder while I munch on my popcorn. A few more patrons file in and find seats, well below our perch in the back row.

  The lights dim as the movie starts. After fifteen minutes, I set my popcorn tub on the floor, having had my fill, and lean back into my warm husband. He shifts in the wide seat until his back is against the armrest and he pulls me between his legs, wraps his arms protectively around my shoulders, and kisses my hair.

  With a big sigh, I relax into him. The actors in the movie are passionately arguing, and then are suddenly kissing, just as passionately. Isaac’s hand roams from my shoulder blade down to my ass, where he gently rubs small circles around my derriere.

  He’s not going to give up on his quest to make out.

  He tips my chin up and brushes his lips across mine, so lightly I can barely feel it. It’s just a whisper of a kiss. His lips tickle the sides of my mouth, my jaw line. He gently kisses my nose. His hand sinks into my hair and he claims my mouth again, still with absolute gentleness.

  I sigh against him, and open my lips for him, inviting him to take the kiss deeper, and he answers my invitation eagerly, dipping his tongue inside to play and tease mine, then nibbling my lips again. He pulls back and brushes my hair rhythmically with his fingers.

  “Watch the movie,” he whispers.

  Oh right, the movie.

  I lay my head back on his chest and feel him kiss my hair and grin. The hand on my ass pulls up and then slides back down, under my jeans, and cups my cheek firmly. His large, warm hand feels heavenly, and I have to physically put my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning out loud.

  He’s such a tease!
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  His other hand moves down from my hair, over my shoulder, and he brushes the backs of his fingers against the side of my breast, then back up again to my neck, where he knows I’m the most sensitive and very gently moves his thumb back and forth over the spot that makes me tingle all over.

  Okay, we can both play this game.

  I run my hand firmly down his side, against his ribs, to his hip and under his t-shirt so I can feel his abs. God, they’re so toned and hard. And warm. And clenching and flinching under my touch.

  I grin and continue to tickle him lightly, with just my fingertips, tracing the ridges of his muscles up around his ribs. His erection is growing against my stomach but my eyes are still glued to the screen, although I have absolutely no idea what’s happening in the movie at this point, I shift to the side and unbutton his jeans and slip my hand inside.

  He gasps softly as I grip his hardness in my palm and tease him. The hand on my ass clenches and moves down between my slick folds. “Wet,” he murmurs against my hair and he kisses my head.

  Suddenly he pushes me back, buttons his jeans and yanks me out of the seat, pulling me behind him to the isle and down the steps.

  “Where are we going?” I whisper loudly.

  He doesn’t answer until we’re out of the theater and walking down the sidewalk.

  “Eyes, what are you doing? The movie…” He pushes me up against the wall and pins me with his body, holds my wrists up at the side of my head and he kisses me voraciously, consuming me and making love to me with his mouth.

  “Blu Ray,” he growls, his eyes molten blue and he’s pulling me behind him again to the car. “I need to get you home and naked. Now.”

  “Well, okay then.”

  ***

  Where did all these packages come from? I’d just poured myself my first cup of coffee and was headed back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day before Sophie wakes up, but when I pass by the Christmas tree, there are at least a dozen brightly wrapped gifts with big bows added to the gifts I’d already wrapped and placed under the tree last week.

  Setting my coffee on an end table, I kneel on the floor and reach for a big red box with a gold bow.