Page 95 of Quietly Falling
ELLA
8 YEARS LATER
The water is hot as I tilt my head back into the spray, my eyelids closed as I breathe in the steam.
“You’re not helping, Mrs. Maxwell,” Bodhi murmurs, my lips curving up before I even open my eyes.
“And I told you to wait,” I tell him as his fingers slide between my legs, the man still insatiable after almost nine years together.
“I am, but you can’t see how hot you look right now.”
“The shower is supposed to be about you,” I tell him even as I shamelessly rock my hips, needing more and sighing when he slips one finger inside me. I had big plans for this shower, but naptime had zapped me of any and all energy I’d had to seduce my husband.
Thank God, the man is a saint.
And still obsessed with me.
“It is about me.” His erection is hard against my leg as he leans in, pressing his lips down my neck and across my collarbone as he backs me against the shower wall.
“What if they come looking for us?” I ask even as I prop my foot on the ledge and he teases the head of his cock through my folds.
“I gave them all popsicles and told Tate and Faye they’re in charge while I help you wash your hair.”
“I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.”
He chuckles, but I’m not kidding, not even a little.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had more time,” he says, the sincerity in his words making me sag against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I slant my mouth over his. Because hegetsit. Because it’s been hard with five kids and trying to shuffle everyone around when there’s work and school and sports andlaundry.
It’s never-ending.
But I wouldn’t trade it either.
Because the way he’s looking at me with so much love and adoration is the same way he looks at our kids. He’s the best dad and uncle, and I swear on a glass of sweet tea the man keeps getting hotter.
“You’re making up for it now.”
“And Mason and Lana are taking the kids next weekend.”
“I’m exhausted and we need it but I’ll still miss them.”
“That’s why you’re an incredible mom. And I love that about you,” he says, gripping my ass and picking me up off the ground. “But right now, I need to fuck my wife.”
“I lied.”
“About what?”
“NowI’ve never been more attracted to you,” I tell him as he pushes all the way inside, his cock filling me and making me gasp.
“Well hold on, baby, cause you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
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BODHI
The house isquiet as I make my way through the rooms, picking up Legos, art supplies, and snack wrappers as I go. The frustration I would have felt earlier at finding them when we’d told the kids a thousand times to pick their stuff up is replaced with a contentment that their brains were active and their bellies full.
I’d had plenty of nights where I hadn’t had either.
