Grant has Henry, I have Lulu, and as we're walking to the front door of our gorgeous brownstone home, my eyes widen. "Oh shoot," I say, "I forgot my phone."
"No worries," Grant says. "I'll get the kids in the car and you meet us there. Take your time, baby." He gives me a kiss before taking Lulu out of my arms. "All right, kiddos," he says. "It's time for car seats."
I smile, walking back into the house, and my cell phone is right where I left it on the kitchen counter. I tuck it into my tote bag and then look to make sure the other items that I wanted in my bag are there. They are.
With a smile, I lock up the house and meet my husband in the car.
"You're all set?" he asks me.
"Absolutely," I say as he finishes buckling Lulu into her car seat.
Hank is already raring to go. "Drive, Daddy, drive."
I laugh. "Do all boys love cars or is that just a Hank thing?"
"It's all boys," Grant assures me.
“Drive!” Hank sings.
"All right. We're going to drive, Hank," I say with a laugh as we head to the office. It's not a long drive, and a few minutes later, we're parking in the parking garage, and we begin to unload. One kid then the next out of car seats, grabbing diaper bags, my tote bag over my shoulder, my to-go coffee from the house in hand. I take a deep breath.
In the daycare center, their teacher, Miss Jenny, is waiting for the kids.
"Hey, you two," she says. "You guys are running a little behind today."
"Is that a problem?" I say.
"For your family? Not at all," Jenny says with a laugh. "Okay, you munchkins, let's get into school."
We kiss our kids goodbye. Leaving, I exhale.
"Man," I say, "I feel like I've been running around all morning."
"I don't think I'd call it running around," Grant says as we walk to the front doors of our office complex. "I'd say rolling around. I'd say bouncing up and down."
Heat rises to my cheeks as I remember the way my tits moved up and down as my husband took me hard over and over again. I was on all fours and got properly fucked. My pussy is wet just remembering.
"You can't say things like that as we're going into work," I say. "We may work in the same office, but that doesn't mean you can get me all hot and bothered before I'm supposed to go do my job."
Grant chuckles. "Sorry, I can't exactly resist."
"Neither can I," I say, squeezing his ass.
We walk hand in hand into our office. Yes, our office. Because while a few years ago, Water Well and Paper Possibilities were two distinct companies, Bobby and Grant’s startups have merged over the last few years and now they are doing better than ever.
I guess you put two powerful people together and the possibilities are endless. Lucky for me, I get to work with my husband each and every day. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me in for one last kiss before we walk to our separate offices.
"I love you," he says.
"I love you more," I tell him. In my office, at my desk, I get to work on the PR campaign I'm working on.
But after four hours of work, I can't help but look at the clock. It's lunchtime, but I'm not just hungry. I'm starved. I type out a quick text to my husband.
Me: Hey, are you busy?
Grant: Ready to eat?
Me: Yep. I can meet you in your office. I'll be there in five.
I grab my tote bag and then make a quick stop at the restroom on my floor.
In a stall, I change quickly with a smile on my face. There's nothing I like more than to give my husband a surprise for his birthday. After all, he gave me the best surprise ever on mine.
A few minutes later, as promised, I'm knocking on his office door. "Come in," he says, laughing. "You don't have to knock, babe."
"I know," I say, "but..." I shrug as I step inside. "You had a busy morning?" I ask him.
"Not too bad," he says, reaching for his suit coat, but I tell him there's no need.
"Really?" he asks. "I thought we were going to go to the coffee shop across the street.”
"Later," I say. "But first..." I lock his office door. There is no longer a bank of windows or blinds to close, but I need to lock the door to make sure no one accidentally walks in on us. His eyebrows raise, understanding.
"Oh," he says. "Well, I guess you do have an appetite, don't you?"
"It's your fault," I say as I undo the zipper on my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of it, revealing lacy black lingerie just for him.