Ten Years Later
Ryder
The younger boys are finally asleep and our eldest child, Janie, is happily tucked into her bed, reading. At nine years old, she is already a voracious reader, just like her mother.
The house is full with three children, and although I thought we might have more, the family we have is absolutely perfect.
I never could have guessed that I would love this life of domestic bliss, but with the right woman, it is even better than I could have imagined.
It still makes me shake my head when I look back on the days when I would laugh at my brothers when they told me my time was coming.
I hate to admit it, but they were right.
With the children all tucked in for the night, Chloe is writing in her office, working on her next best-selling novel.
I knew she had talent, and I was right. From the moment Chloe’s first book came out, ten years ago, she’d been a sensation.
She now has over a dozen best-selling romance novels, and I am still and forever, her biggest fan.
I don’t like to read them until they are published, but then I sit and devour the stories, taking extra joy in finding all the bits that came straight from our lives and our ongoing research in the bedroom.
Before I go to Chloe’s office, I make a quick stop in our en suite bathroom.
A few minutes later, I find my beautiful wife typing at her computer. I love watching her work; that has never changed. She is so focused, so completely consumed by her story. It is incredibly sexy to watch her work with such passion.
I slip my hands over her shoulders to rub the knots out while she finishes her train of thought.
The moment she’s done, Chloe drops her head back and sighs. “That feels so good, Ryder.”
I bend down and nip at her lobe. “Know what else will feel good?”
She twists her head to smile at me knowingly. “I can think of a few things. What did you have in mind?”
My dick is already rock-hard for my girl. Always.
I let my eyes drift to her computer screen and scan what she’s been working on. I recognize the sex scene that’s been directly inspired by our own steamy love life. “I think my dirty girl could use a nice, hot bubble bath.”
She moans in response. “Yes. That sounds amazing.”
Before she can get to her feet, I scoop her up in my arms and kiss her deeply.
The night I asked her to stay with me forever, I vowed to always draw her baths and take care of her. And that’s what I did.
I carry her into our en suite and set her down next to the massive claw-foot tub I’d installed just for her. She lets me undress her before I once more lift her and put her gently into the steaming water.
“It feels amazing.” Chloe sinks into the water, under the bubbles. “But it’s a little lonely,” she says when she opens her eyes. “And there’s plenty of room in here for two.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice, and my clothes are already in a pile on the floor before she finishes talking.
There is nowhere else I’d rather be than naked in a bubble bath with the love of my life.