Page 21 of Her Sweetest Desires
I left him standing there shaking his head.
“You good?” I asked Billie as soon as I walked back into the kitchen.
“Yeah. We might be eating earlier. I just put the mac and cheese in the oven.”
Billie set the dish towel down and turned toward me. She grabbed my hand and smiled. I walked into her personal space and moved her hair out of her face.
“Sorry about my attitude earlier.” She sighed. “I need to apologize to Mommy too.”
“I already said my peace, but tripping on Ma . . . Yeah, I’m gonna tell her to put you over her knee, then help you pick a switch.”
I gripped her face and grinned at her.
My wife looked absolutely worn out, but she was still the most beautiful woman I’d come across. Unable to help myself, I kissed her, then nibbled on her bottom lip. Billie wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a tight squeeze.
I pulled her out of the kitchen into the hall bath.
“Why did you pull me in here? I need to set the table and make the punch.”
“Nah.” I lifted her onto the vanity and stepped between her thighs.
“No? Did you forget we’re hosting Thanksgiving? I still have things to do.”
I tuned her out because whatever wasn’t done, my mom or hers would finish it. Plus, we only had about fifteen minutes before somebody came looking for her.
Usually at our family gatherings, I played the background, so nobody would be interested in my whereabouts. I kissed the rest of her words from her lips and gripped one of her thighs. Billie looked up into my face and spread her legs wider. Her hands went for the button on my jeans.
As her hands moved, we never broke eye contact.
“Do you think you can keep quiet?” She nodded, but I didn’t believe her. “I’m not going in, Sweets, if you can’t. You gon’ blow up our spot as soon as I slide in it.”
“I’ll be quiet. . .” Her hand went past my waistband and into my briefs. “I promise, baby. I won’t make a sound,” she said with her lying ass.
Billie grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and I hissed.
“Wait. We might need to go upstairs. If somebody knocks on this door before we can even get started, I might end up putting everybody out.”
Billie giggled, unhanded me, and put her arms around my neck as I lifted her from the vanity and set her on her feet.
I pecked her lips then pulled back to open the bathroom door to see if the coast was clear. For a week, my wife and I hadn’t had any alone time. The boys were in our room to make room for everyone else. Every inch of our home was occupied by someone. I loved our families, but I couldn’t wait for them to get out.
Once I saw we could make a clean escape, I grabbed Billie’s hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.
“I cannot believe we are sneaking around our own home.” She cackled, and I gave her a look that only made her laugh harder.
“Shh before one of your children hears you.”
Tired of her jogging to keep up with my steps, I lifted Billie and tossed her over my shoulder.
“Walk faster.” She laughed.
I smacked her butt and took the stairs two at a time.
When we made it to our bedroom, I tossed her on the bed and closed the door—making sure to lock it. Like our clothes were on fire, we stripped and reconnected. There wasn’t enough time for gentleness, and I was glad Billie understood that.
Billie pulled away, climbed onto the bed, and lay on her stomach.
“Staying quiet still stands, Mrs. Maxwell.”
