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Imessed up and fucked her too hard. Not my fault though. She’s just too damn impossible to resist, and when I finally forced myself to pull out of her sweet pussy, a sheen of sweat covered her magnificent body. If Louis hadn’t almost busted us, I’d be in the shower with her now fucking her all over again. Instead, I’m remanded to my office, waiting for her to come out naked and wet. Fuck if my balls don’t tingle from the thought. I hate that I’m so fucking owned by this tiny wisp of a woman but fuck me if can ever do anything to change her power over me.

Tony’s smart enough to stand to the left of the screens that fill up half the wall next to the fireplace. Well aware blocking my view of my wife will not end well for him, he keeps updating me with the precautions he implemented for our visit.

“The guys are already in place inside and outside the building, and I had them sweep the entire property again just to make sure. The only staff are the director and two of the girls who help with the interactive exhibits. No men just as you requested and all three of their background checks came back clean.”

My son’s head lifts, shifting his gaze from his truck zooming across his race car mat to me. “Why no men, Daddy?”

Funny thing about kids—they’re listening even when you think they’re oblivious to what’s going on around them. He’s a boy now, but he’ll be a man soon enough—sooner than either his mother or I want—and needs to know the truth. “Because your mother is a beautiful woman and I don’t want them looking at what belongs to me.”

Tony shakes his head. “He’s just a little kid, boss. I don’t think you’re supposed to tell him shit like that.”

Louis points at my captain with an accusing frown aimed at me, full of indignation. “He said a bad word!”

I tilt my head at Tony, my eyebrows lifting in righteousness. Ironic that he rebukes me for my parenting skills and then turns around and fucks up even more. I actually laugh out loud when Tony squirms. The guy can kill a man with one punch, and he’s ashamed from a four-year-old’s admonishment. “Don’t sweat it, buddy. I’ll talk to him later about his foul mouth.”

With a huge nod approving my punishment, Louis returns to directing his black semi through the carpet city. Making me smile with his pretend horn honking and brakes squealing, I’m grateful to be able to give him such a carefree life for as long as possible. Tony clears his throat and jumps back into his spiel.

“Even though the director deposited the money for renting out the entire place into the museum account, I made sure a generous gratuity was dropped into her personal account too just in case you wanted to do this again in the future. Keep the door open, if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

Tony’s also bright enough to understand my dismissal when my attention snaps to the monitor broadcasting the image of my bedroom. He nods and hightails it out of the door, while I keep my focus glued to my wife, who’s stepped out of the master bath wrapped in only a towel. Fuck I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

She moves inside the closet, and I relish the view while she slides hangers across the rod, choosing which dress to wear. After a brief debate between three options, she picks a sky blue one with a thin white belt. So innocent and modest compared to the woman being fucked on her hands and knees just a few minutes ago. I fucking love both sides of my wife’s personality.

What I don’t love is her frown when she drops the white terrycloth and studies herself in the full length mirror. A dainty finger trails the jagged red line running down the left side of her stomach. I don’t give a damn about that stupid stretch mark. I’m smart enough to appreciate the streak is proof of the gift she gave me. Hating how much the scar bothers her, I remind myself to make damn sure that she knows what really matters to me and that damn blemish isn’t it.

I grab the remote and dim the screen when Louis hops up. I don’t want him to get any weird complexes seeing his momma without any clothes.

“I’m hungry.”

“You just ate twenty minutes ago.”

My boy gives me a blank look. He nor his stomach can tell time I guess. Eden says he eats more when he’s going through a growth spurt so maybe that’s the reason behind his request. I collect his sticky hand in mine, knowing that’s a pleasure I won’t have much longer either, and lead him back to the kitchen. Grabbing a snack will help pass the time until his mother is ready and we can both stop missing her.

Confusion rolls through me when Louis squirms to get down after I haul him out of his car seat until I figure why he’s so anxious to be free. Pride pumps in my chest when he jets around to the front passenger side to help his mother. I guess he’s seen the guys and me escort her out and he wants to be a big man too.

Eden seems just as pleased, smiling her fucking stunning grin as she accepts his hand and follows him around the back end of the SUV toward me. So happy she doesn’t even question me about us entering the science center through a side loading dock. I know she thinks my precautions are overkill but I don’t really give a damn. Hiding them under the awning and out of the main traffic flow keeps them safe and me sane.

Instead, she wraps her free hand around my fingers and drags me along as Louis practically runs to get inside. Before I cross the threshold, I nod one last time to Tony reminding him of the trust I place in him so I can enjoy my day with my family.

And it really is pure joy to watch their expressions as my son beelines straight to the bubble making hoop.

Eden laughs from his speed as well as his enthusiasm as she fails to tug him back. “Wait! We have to go up front and buy our tickets first.”

I watch my wife while she looks around beginning to realize the place is vacant as her gaze sweeps across the unoccupied exhibits. Sliding behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and duck my head to whisper in her delectable ear. “Everything’s already taken care of. Just go and have fun.”

Dazzling blue eyes, full of awe, meet mine after she spins around. “What have you done?”

My smile never wavers because I deliver what I promised. “Made sure we have an amazing day.”

She snuggles into my chest, and I kiss the top of her head. Grateful she’s not upset at me for being overzealous in my protection. Although her hug is cut short from Louis yanking on her skirt, eager to get her attention too. “No men either, right Daddy? Nobody looks at what’s yours, right?”

So proud of himself for remembering my edict from earlier, he smiles huge as he looks from her to me. “That’s right, Louis.”

I’m going to get some kind of scolding from her later but who fucking cares when she’s this ecstatic now. This time I engulf her tiny hand and draw her to me so we can follow along with our son as he races to a display of instruments and grabs a banjo off a silver hook.

Sure I’m spoiling him since he doesn’t have to share or wait in line but fuck it. I work my ass off ruling this world and if I want to spend my money and time enjoying these rare opportunities with our family, than so be it. I can make their lives perfect, so I will.

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