Page 27 of Love at First Slice
“I bet you’re excited to see her.” My oldest sister had been in North Carolina doing her doctorate at Duke.
“I am.”
Everything felt like it was exactly the way it was supposed to be.
The rest of the night went by in a blur of laughter, wine, charcuterie boards, and painted Christmas ornaments with my girls. I loved them, but being picked up by Mark at the end of the night and getting tucked in next to him with his arms wrapped around me?
That was the icing on the cake.
Epilogue
Mark
My fingers tapped on the keyboard in a fury as I replied to the last email of the day.
The school day was long done, everyone gone for winter break, and all I could think about was finally heading home for two long glorious weeks of endless time with Abby. A knock sounded, and when I saw who was at my doorway, my hands dropped from the keyboard and I didn’t dare blink.
“Hey, Principal Mark.” Abby slipped into my office, and when I saw what she was wearing, my mouth went dry. “You busy?”
“Abby,” I rasped, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.
She shut the door, and my eyes dropped to her ass that was barely covered by a pleated plaid skirt. She turned around, and I pushed back against my desk. There was no missing the sound of the lock turning into place just as my heart rate picked up. Fuck, my beautiful girl was dressed up in a schoolgirl getup that made me get hard within seconds.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
We had been together for three years, getting married after only six months of dating. Not even her parents had objected to us getting married that quickly. Not when I spoke to both ofthem about just how much I loved and respected their daughter and wanted to do nothing but support and make her happy for the rest of her days.
Seeing her in a dirty little schoolgirl getup had me holding on to the handrests of my desk.
“I was sent here for being bad. They said I was trouble.” She winked with a sneaky little smile.
“You were, huh?” We’d explored and played throughout the last three years, and I knew this was a fantasy she had been dying to make come true. I’d figured we’d get to it this winter break in my home office.
But I wasn’t going to complain.
I liked this idea even better.
“How bad were you today, Abby?” My voice was stern. When she bit down on her lip, my cock strained against my pants.
“Very, very bad,” she whispered.
Abby walked towards me, slipping behind my desk and making a show of bending over to scoot the keyboard aside. Then she glanced over her shoulder as she spread herself over my desk. I swallowed at the sight. My wife was fucking gorgeous; that had never changed.
No. I lied.
She was more stunningly beautiful than that first day I laid eyes on her and fell in love. The curvy plump cheeks of her bottom snuck out from beneath the short tartan material.
“Very, very bad, huh?” I repeated, rubbing the tops of my thighs with my open palms. “What did we talk about you being trouble?”
“But, Principal Mark,” she pouted, “you like it when I’m trouble.” I most certainly fucking did.
“Sounds like you need to be taught a lesson, Abby.”
“Yes.” She shook her round ass back and forth in front of my face. I breathed in her soft familiar feminine scent that mademy mouth water. With the outside of my fingers, I traced the back of her thighs before lifting the cute little skirt up only to be met with her incredible ass covered up by a pair of naughty yet innocent white panties.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“That’s a bad word, Principal Mark.” She giggled. I palmed her checks and squeezed before I smacked her ass, memorizing every single jiggle it made.
