Page 131 of Conception
“Fine,” I growl. “When we get home, you’re mine.”
One corner of her lips turns up in a devilish grin. “Works for me. After all, Evelyn’s been a bit neglected the past few months. I think it might be time to give her some attention.”
My cock hardens at the mention of Evelyn, my ’67 Mustang. That’s an awesome car—and an even better place to fuck my wife.
“Sweetheart, you sayin’ those things, lookin’ like you do in that backless dress… You’re not makin’ it easy on me.”
She twirls around, showing off the way the dress hugs every curve of her incredible, toned body and how it showcases the delicate skin of her back.
“Think that’s the point, Rugged,” she offers, her voice husky.
My woman’s just as turned on as I am.
Every day with Charlie is better than the last. Sometimes I can’t believe it’s been over six years since she came into my life, berating me, cursing me out, and turning me the fuck on while she did it.
Six years since she brought me back to who I am. Made me a better man. Helped me find my place with my family again.
Six years since she took hold of my heart and never gave it back. Same with the rest of me.
I want her now more than I ever have, and my need for her increases tenfold by the day.
“Babe, you need to stop picturing me naked or we’re never getting out of this house.” Charlie grins at me-like that’s supposed to make me stop thinking about fucking her. “You’re still doing it!” she exclaims, placing her hands forcefully on her hips in mock anger.
“You look in the mirror today?”
A gorgeous pink blush heats her cheeks. “Well, yeah.”
“Then you know I can’tnotdo it.”
“You’re going to have to try.” She checks her watch. “We’ve got about ten minutes to get the kids dressed and in the car. I know you love quickies, baby, but five minutes isn’t enough for what I’m craving tonight. So be patient. Good things come to those who wait, you know.”
“Good things will definitely come tonight, sweetheart.”
“Oh my god. You and your one-track mind.”
She acts miffed, but the truth of it is she’s not surprised. It’s been this way since the first time she let me in. Pretty sure it’s never going to change.
“Are you sure about doing this tonight?” she asks, doing a complete one-eighty on the topic. If she wanted to deflate my erection, it’s an excellent way to do it.
I pause while clasping my watch, turning to her, my eyebrows furrowed. “Are you not?”
Before she can answer, Chloe runs into the room, bypassing her mommy and barreling into my legs. Without skipping a beat, I bend, lifting her into my arms. She peppers my face with slobbery toddler kisses before rubbing her cheek up against mine. My girl’s a sucker for stubble—just like her mother.
Speaking of, I turn my attention back to my wife.
Charlie doesn’t answer me. She’s just staring at Chloe snuggling up to my neck—exactly why the tie was a no-go. Our four-year-old has the strength of both her parents. Like a kitten, one of her favorite things to do is tug on anything dangling, including and especially Daddy’s ties.
“Charlie? Sweetheart?”
Her brown eyes soften, and I know that look. It’s a look I’ve seen often since Cade and Chloe turned three. If Charlie had her way, we’d have a brood big enough to form our own baseball team.
“Who’d have thought you of all people would be putty to a little girl?” she breathes.
“You. Maybe Wade. Considering I was putty the second you called me an arrogant asshole.”
Charlie’s eyes widen, but it’s too late.
Chloe’s a parrot. “What’s an asshole?”
