few days out of the month we spent at the lake during the summer when I was a kid. Our house is across the lake from theirs. Mom and Dad deeded the house over to us a few years ago, claiming Molly and I use it a lot more than they do now.
“We do,” she says, gripping Molly’s hand. “You two enjoy yourselves and don’t worry about a thing. If we need you, we’ll call.”
“You two behave,” Molly says to Gray and Gemma. “We’ll see you in a couple of days.”
I wrap my arm around Molly’s waist, and we stand and watch as the kids and Mrs. Bagley get into her car.
I turn, pulling her against my chest once the car is out of sight. “Hmm… all alone for two days. What shall we do, Mrs. Bradshaw?”
She giggles. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
I palm her ass, giving both sides a squeeze. “You’ve got on way too many clothes for what I have in mind. How about you take them off and wait for me in bed while I go lock up the boathouse?”
Her hands caress down my chest, stopping just as her fingertips dip into the waistband of my jeans. “Don’t take too long,” she purrs.
Her smile is seductive as she turns around and purposely sashays her ass up to the door. She tosses a sassy wink over her shoulder before closing it. I groan, impatient to get my hands on her naked flesh, along with my tongue and dick. The woman still drives me nuts. With only a look or a simple touch, she can turn me into a randy teenage boy again.
I walk around the side of the house, my strides quick and purposeful as I make my way to the boathouse. I take a peek inside to check things over and notice the rope tying the boat to the dock has come loose. After quickly retying it, I also spot a couple of my tools lying out, so I put them away. Locking the door behind me, I toss the keys in the air and catch them as I make my way back to the house. There are a couple of empty boxes lying outside the back door, so I break them down and put them in the recycling bin. I drop the keys and my wallet on the kitchen counter and reach back for the neck of my shirt to pull off as I walk down the short hallway to the master bedroom.
This week is all about relaxing, and I plan to take advantage of not having the kids around for a while. Starting with spending the next two days in bed with my sexy wife.
I stop in the doorway when I find her leaning against the headboard wearing the blue silk robe she knows is my favorite. I made sure she included it in her suitcase when we were packing. Her smooth, pale legs are bent at the knees with the journal she’s writing in resting on her thighs. Her head is slightly tilted to the side with her long, red hair pulled over one shoulder.
I could take a full day just to look at her and still not have enough time.
She looks up when she senses me standing in the doorway. Her eyes, such a bright green from the light coming in through the window, trace over my bare chest and the shirt still in my hand. She puts the journal down beside her. I toss the shirt in the hamper and stalk over to the end of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I slowly pull her toward me. The robe rides up her body, revealing the matching pair of panties.
I place her feet flat on the end of the bed, keeping her legs bent. They fall open enough for me to fit my hips between them
“Have I told you today how sexy you are?” I ask, slowly running my hands up her thighs, stopping just shy of the junction of her legs.
Her arms stretch out over her head, jutting her tits out, and gives me a sexy smile. “Not yet.”
I brush my thumbs over the edge of her silk panties. “You are, without a doubt, the sexiest, most sensual, and irresistible woman I’ve ever known or seen.”
“I guess that means we’re the perfect match because you are the most devastatingly handsome man I’ve ever known or seen.”
I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, then grip her hips and push her back