Page 22 of Keeping My Wife
Maxie
I collapsed backon the counter, my breath coming in pants.
What the hell?
How?
Did he have like some sort of magic hoodoo inside his body? I knew it wasn’t just in his cock because that had only been the closing credits of this interlude.
He smoothed his big, rough hands over my thighs. “Maxie?”
I draped an arm over my eyes, still fighting for my life. “Uh-huh.”
“You good?”
“Not sure yet.”
He laughed and I felt him leave me. My legs dangled from the edge of the counter. I arched my back at the angle but couldn’t quite get up the strength to sit up. While in this position, I looked at how little space there was around me. Not exactly great for big meals.
“You know, I think we need a bigger kitchen island.”
“That’s what you’re thinking about?” He laughed. I could hear him shuffling over the tiles then the distinct sound of a zipper.
He leaned over me, rubbing his bearded chin over my belly idly. “Evidently I need to work harder.”
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. He already had his shirt back on but left the buttons open. Damn, he had a nice chest. “If you worked any harder, I’d need those paddle things for heart attacks.”
He laughed, then straightened and pulled me to a seated position and then over his shoulder.
I yelped.
“As your future husband, I’d like to see our bedroom.”
“Ours?” I struggled as he walked down the hallway toward the staircase.
“Yep.”
I shrieked as he went up the stairs with me as if I weighed nothing. “Put me down.”
“Nope.”
“I’m naked.”
“I’m aware.” He turned his face and gave my hip a playful bite.
At least he was human because he was breathing a little heavy at the top of the steep staircase.
“Which way?”
I sighed. “Down to the end and take a right.”
He stopped outside of the room just before mine. “Yikes.”
I peered into the room. There was a large hole, barely patched beside the four-poster bed. “Yeah, I told you it was rough up here.”
“Do I want to know what happened in there?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
