“Aye, boys?!” Lance barks. “Can you guys handle the rest of the shipment if I steal this woman from you?”
“It’ll be triple overtime!” Ryan says with a chuckle. Lance gives him a mocking thumbs-up.
“Check’s in the mail!” He pulls me towards the door. “See? They’ve got it. Don’t worry, boss. You can take some time off.”
I know he’s right, so I do my best to relax as we walk out to the car. As we drive home, I try to figure out just how I managed to get so lucky. An amazing husband, a beautiful baby boy, a company of my own…
…oh, and an incredible sex life. Did I mention that?
Lance and I turned out to be beyond sexually compatible. We’re basically addicted to each other and have been since he took me home after the bridge collapsed that day. Having Tyson put a bit of a damper on things, of course, so we got creative. Instead of having sex twice a day for a really long time, and me passing out completely afterwards, we started having three or four quickies, which meant I was just constantly horny all day and wanting him even more. I guess it’s like snacking all day instead of having one or two big meals.
But either way is fine by me.
We get home, and of course Tyson goes right to sleep. He’s always his most energetic right before bed, and seeing me was enough excitement to finish him off. I close his bedroom door and turn right into my husband’s arms. He pulls me close, and I can already feel the bulge.
“Mmmm, is that a present for me?” I ask, undoing his top button.
“Sure is.” He smiles. “And totally unwrapped.”
“Just the way I like it.”
Like a mountain man, Lance lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder and carries me down the hall to our bedroom. He lays me down beneath him, and with a quick motion, pulls my pants down to my ankles. His eyes flash.
“No panties…”
I writhe beneath him as he pulls my shirt up over my breasts. “Well, I was hoping you’d come visit me at work today, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you don’t know how badly I wanted to,” he growls. “But between work and Tyson—”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” I whisper. “I know you’ll make it up to me. Won’t you?”
“You’re goddamn right I will,” Lance purrs as he spreads my legs. His cock is already hard, and my body is already ready. I open my mouth as he smothers my lips with his kiss. Our need for each other melts together, and my love for him flares as he enters me. He commands me with every stroke, pumping in and out of me, his strong hips pressing against mine as he makes sure I know who I belong to.
Him. Lance Frost.
My husband and love.
The End