8. Chris
8
Chris
Five Years Later
The penthouse is quiet once I step through the elevator. Quiet is never a good sign.
The twins are usually on a hellbent mission to make the neighbors below us complain.
“Willow?” Calling out her name and getting hardly a response, I set down my keys and go on my hunt. Usually, I don’t have to go too far. When I stop at our bedroom first and find the bed empty, my brows lower deeply. It’s not until I hear the light hiss of a shower that I feel relief.
I shrug off my jacket and hang it up, and my tie goes right with it. After I’ve nudged off my shoes and plucked off my socks, I head toward our attached bathroom. Once I’ve pushed the door open, I work on the buttons dragging down my chest.
Despite the fogged-up glass panes of our shower, I can still recognize my wife’s frame.
She gasps softly once I’ve torn off my belt and dropped it onto the sink counter. “You’re home early.”
“Only by an hour.” Not wanting to think about how much I rushed through my tasks to make it happen, I shove my pants down and free myself from the last bit of my clothes. Joining her in the shower, I hiss as the scalding water hits my shoulders. I’ll never understand how she can handle it being so hot. “The kids?”
“Wynter offered to take them to the park.” She shivers as I slide behind her and steal the water. “I think she just wanted to get out of our hair for a bit, that’s all.”
I hum in agreement, silently thanking her sister for the opportunity to do something as simple as share a shower without one twin demanding our attention.
It’s only been a couple weeks since Wynter’s divorce settled, and Willow offered to let her stay with us until she got on her feet. Ever since, we’ve had more time to ourselves than ever before.
“How long do you think we have?” I reach around her body and cup her breast. With the sweet smell of cherry blossom clinging to her skin in the form of suds, I roll her nipple between my fingers to spread my favorite aroma.
“An hour, maybe two. It depends on how demanding the kids are. You know how much they hate leaving the park.” She lets out a shuttered moan as she curls against me. “I could slip out real quick and text her. She can tempt them with ice cream or something.”
“No.” Now that my hands are on her and she’s making these soft groaning sounds, there’s no way she’s leaving this shower until I’ve had my cock inside her. “I missed you at work. Let me get my fill in, then we’ll talk.”
She laughs before sighing. “Mr. Fletcher, have you always been this needy?”
Sliding a hand down the hard swell of her belly, I tuck my fingers between her thighs. “Since the day we met, and only more as each day passes.”
Willow turns to face me. Reaching up, she cups the back of my neck and pulls me down to meet her mouth in a hot slide of a kiss. “You’re making me think you had a bad day at work.”
Every hour I’m away from my family makes work almost unbearable. At this rate, I’ve considered working from home. The only thing stopping me is the realization that I won’t get anything done.
“It was terrible.” Groaning against her tongue, I part her slick lips and make her hips jerk. “Now I just need a way to forget all about it. Within the span of an hour or two,” I add with the start of a smile.
“Finish cleaning up first.” Much to my dismay, she pulls back. “Not going to risk slipping while I’m this far along. Better be quick, sir . You know where to find me.”
The minx leaves the shower before I can stop her. Leaving me rock hard and aching, I snatch my soap and rush to take one of the quickest showers of my life before joining her to show just how much I missed her.