Page 25 of Coyotes Ever After

“Yeah?”

“I went to the hotel spa for a massage and got my hair done. Then I took a bubble bath at the hotel and I sat in there reading a book for almost an hour.”

I hum with interest. “I would have liked to have been there for that.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten much reading in.”

“None at all. I like to think I can entertain you better than a book, though.”

She leans closer. “Better thananything.”

I shift in my seat, my erection straining against my suit pants. I’ve waited years for a night like this, so why does waiting a few more hours seem like an eternity?

The downtown restaurant we’re eating at is known for its steak. Once we’re seated at a table, Cam and I both order the filet. We talk about the kids—it’s impossible not to. But our phones stay face down on the table.

I enjoy watching her take her time cutting her medium rare steak into small bites and putting them in her mouth,savoring every bite. Getting to enjoy a delicious meal together is something we’ve both come to appreciate in recent years.

I wouldn’t trade our life for anything. I love every crazy second of it. But having the means to sweep my wife away for a night and pay someone as qualified as Cassie to take care of our kids while we’re gone is a privilege.

We share a serving of flourless chocolate cake for dessert, and Cam’s moan when she tastes her first bite is so sensual I get hard. Again.

I made sure to bring cash to pay the check so we wouldn’t have to wait for my card to be run. As soon as I tuck several fifties into the check folio, Cam gives me a sexy smirk and we both practically jump up from our chairs.

She has a hand on my thigh as we drive to the hotel, and it’s all I can do to keep my focus on driving. I had years of being with a different woman every time I had sex before I met my wife. It doesn’t come close to having something as intimate as we do.

I pull up to the valet and go around to open her car door, taking her hand. Since she already has a key card, we go right up to our room.

As soon as I close the door, I back her against it, caging her in with an arm on each side of her. Moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains of our thirty-third-floor room is the only illumination in the room.

Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me, the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she breathes. I tell her, and hopefully show her, how much I love her every day. Tonight is only about showing her how much I still desire her.

I kiss her softly and then move my hands, turning her to face the door.

“Put your hands on it,” I say gruffly.

Her inhale is sharp. She complies immediately. I pull up her knee-length dress, feeling a garter belt as I run my palm up thebare skin of her outer thigh. When I move my hand between her thighs and cup her pussy through her underwear, she moans softly. I band an arm around her midsection, pulling her back to my chest and kissing her neck and jawline.

The dress has a zipper. I move her hair over one shoulder and slowly unzip it, sliding it from her shoulders and letting it fall at her feet.

“Let me see you.” I step back and she turns around.

Fucking hell, my wife is sexy. Keeping my gaze on her, I back up a few steps until I find a lamp I can switch on to see her better.

She’s wearing white. A lacy, sheer bra cups her full breasts. Her tiny satin panties are connected to the garters, little bows practically inviting me to shred them with my teeth.

Patience. We don’t have to hurry tonight.

I quickly slide out of my suit jacket and unbutton my shirt, setting them over a chair. Cam is standing at the foot of the bed now. I walk over to her and drink her in for a few seconds before wrapping my hand around a big section of her hair and tugging it.

Taking my time, I kiss and nip at her exposed neck, working my way to her breasts. I slide one strap down from her shoulder, kissing the spot where it was.

She wants me to take her bra off. I can tell from her impatient moans. I don’t, though. Instead, I lick and kiss her breasts through the light fabric, squeezing her ass with my free hand.

It forces my erection to grind against her lower stomach and she lets out an exhale laced with a moan. She hooks a leg around my thigh, trying to get me into bed.

I keep my feet on the ground and unclasp her bra. She tips her head back as I cup both her breasts, grazing my thumb over her nipples.

“Mm, Rowan,” she murmurs.

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