Page 33 of Deprived No More

“Yeah. It was a moment of weakness.”

I get it. And so long as we monitor the time they spend on it, the distraction could be helpful for me as well. Especially as the colder weather settles in. But I’ll keep that to myself. I rarely feel I have any leverage on my husband outside the bedroom.

“Fuck,” he mutters into my neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to fuck you again, but it won’t be very sexy if my stomach is growling the whole time. But I want to maximize every second that I have you all to myself.”

My body rumbles in laughter. “Well, sushi is quick and light. You chose well. Let’s have a snack. And then I’ll snack,” I say, reaching down to stroke his semi-hard shaft.

Grabbing my wrist, he pulls it up to his mouth and places kisses on the underside. “Don’t get me hard again.”

“Um, isn’t it too late for that?” I feel a poke in my ribs as he tickles me before pushing himself up.

“I’ll grab dinner. Be right back.”

Heading to the bathroom, I wash up and grab my robe. This is nice. We definitely need more moments like this. Returning, I find he’s placed a tray of our sushi and two glasses of water with lemon on the bed. The sushi is still in plastic containers, and chopsticks lie alongside several napkins, soy sauce, and wasabi.

“No, no. Not like that.”

“What?” I ask, feeling a bit alarmed.

“I want naked sushi.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What if we drop wasabi on delicate areas? That could hurt.”

“I’ll lick it all better,” he growls.

Dropping the robe, I climb into bed and shake my head at this ridiculous man. But if that’s all he needs to keep his mood back in the right direction, I’m happy to comply.

“It’s not exactly Chinese food out of the containers.” He chuckles.

“Oh, but it is.” I smile. “I just didn’t picture doing that naked when you asked about my perfect date.”

A hearty laugh escapes him from around a mouth full of California roll. It warms my heart to see his broad smile. Gah. This man.

Tossing the remnants of our dinner into the trash can, I notice my phone has a text message. Oh no. Quickly moving to the sink, I wash my hands vigorously before grabbing the phone. Biting my lip, I open the message from Rachel.

Rachel

9:10 p.m.

Rachel:I know you two planned to come at 10 to pick them up, but…

Rachel

9:11 p.m.

There’s an image of the boys fast asleep in a pile of blankets on the floor. Another shows Olivia also out cold with her head in Grace’s lap.

Rachel

9:13 p.m.

Rachel: Why don’t you come by in the morning. They’re good here. Enjoy your evening.

Holy cow. Nick is going to be the happiest man on the planet.

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