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By the time we land ed in Veg as, we were complet el y on the same

page.
I hea r the front door unl ocking so I flip ont o my back. “Gotta go,”
I say to my mother. “R yle just got ho me. ” He closes the door behi nd
hi m and then I grin and say, “Wait. Let me rep hra se tha t, Mom. My
hu sban d just got ho me. ”
My mother laughs and tel ls me goodbye. I ha ng up with her and

toss my pho ne aside. I bring my arm up above my hea d and res t it
lazily agains t the arm of the couch. Then I prop my leg over the back
of it, let ting my skirt slide down my thi ghs and pool at my waist. R yle
drags his ey es up my body, grinni ng as he makes hi s way over to me.
He drops to hi s knees on the couch and slowly crawls up my body.
“How’s my wife?” he whi spers , plant ing kisses all around my mouth.
He pres ses hi msel f bet ween my leg s and I let my hea d fall back as he

kisses down my nec k.
Thi s is the life.
We both work almost ev er y day. He works twice as many ho urs as I
do and he onl y get s ho me bef ore I’m in bed two or three ni ght s a
week . But the ni ght s we actually do get to spend toget her, I tend to
want hi m to spend tho se ni ghts buried deep ins ide me.

He does n’t complain.
He find s a spot on my nec k and he claims it, kissing it so ha rd it
hu rts. “Ouch. ”
He lowers hi msel f on top of me and mutters int o my nec k. “I’m
giving you a hi ckey. Don’t move. ”
I laugh, but I let hi m. My ha ir is long eno ugh tha t I can cover it,
and I’ve nev er ha d a hi ckey before.

His lips rema in in the same spot, sucking and kissing unt il I can no
long er feel the sting . He’s pres sed agains t me, bulging agains t hi s
scrubs. I move my ha nd s and sho ve hi s scrubs down far eno ugh so
tha t he can slide ins ide of me. He cont inu es kissing my nec k as he
takes me right there on the couch.

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He took a sho wer firs t, and as soon as he got out, I jumped in. I told

hi m we need ed to wash the smel l of sex off of us bef ore we ha d