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Kate had just finished emptying the dishwasher when she heard the back door to the kitchen open. Marco walked in and she greeted him with outstretched arms.
“Hi baby. How was your first day?”
Marco smiled back as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Pretty good.” He kissed her forehead. “Let me take a quick shower and I’ll tell you all about it. How was your day?”
Kate smiled. “Pretty good. Got a new client today.”
“That’s great,” Marco said. “Can’t wait to hear all about it.” He walked to the door to the living room. “Renzo upstairs?”
“Nope.”
Marco stopped. “Where is he?”
She lowered her eyes and wiggled her eyebrows. “Sleeping over at Michael’s.”
Marco gave her a dirty grin and pretended to stumble back. “No way.”
She nodded. “Yep. We’re all alone. For the whole night.”
He did a fist-pump. “Yes!”
Kate laughed. “So, no burgers tonight. I made chicken. Go clean up.”
She squeezed her breasts together with her arms and gave him a sultry look as she shimmied her shoulders.
“Hurry back,” she said, in her sexiest whisper. “Sorry. Lame.”
“Not lame to me!” Marco chuckled as he hurried out of the kitchen.
Kate was tasting gravy at the stove when Marco came into the kitchen. He hugged her from behind, brushing his whiskers against her neck. She turned and they embraced. He lowered his head and gave her a warm kiss.
“Hmm. Nice,” Kate said, as Marco slowly dragged his hands down her arms.
“That smells delicious,” he said. He turned to the wine rack on the counter. “Care for a glass?”
“Dumb question, sir.”
He poured two glasses of chardonnay and turned on some quiet bluesy music. As Kate plated the food, Marco set the table and dimmed the overhead light. They talked quietly about Marco’s first day on the job and Renzo’s sleepover.
After cleaning up, they moved to the living room. Marco set the music and lighting, leaving on the hall light near the front door. He then lit the candle sitting on their beat-up coffee table. They propped up their feet and snuggled next to each other as they sipped their wine.
After a couple of glasses, Kate felt a flush of heat rise up her face and a tingle of warmth in her belly. She placed her hand inside his thigh and turned up to him, kissing his soft lips, tasting the wine on his tongue as his hand gently caressed her breasts over her shirt. Their passionate breath intensified and Marco moaned softly, pulling away to look at her.
“Should we go upstairs?”
She smiled and nodded. “Definitely.”
Marco blew out the candle and grabbed their wine glasses while Kate turned off the lights. He struggled to hold the glasses upright as they giggled, groped and kissed their way up the stairs and into the hallway. At the bedroom entrance, Kate flipped on the hall light and pulled away from Marco, their fingers the last to release before she turned to climb onto their king-size bed.
She kept the bedside lamps off, leaving the dark room lit only by the sliver of illumination from the hall. She sat on the bed’s edge, facing Marco, and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor as he approached her.
Kate felt his heat and quickly pushed off her sweatpants while backing herself further onto the bed. Marco’s gaze intensified as he drew near.
He stripped down and joined her. Kate caressed his smooth skin as he straddled her, lowering his mouth to her breasts. She arched her back, letting him linger before pushing him away, moving back toward the pillows. He watched her, his gaze hungry as he crawled toward her. She reached out her hand and he gently took it as he moved on top of her. He lowered his head to her chest and they held each other tightly, kissing and caressing as they rolled side-to-side, front-to-back. Their passionate breathing grew. Kate again pulled away, pushing Marco aside as she flipped herself around and straddled him. She lowered her head and watched him through her long, wild hair.
She smiled and slowly slid back, crouching between his knees. Through tousled hair, she watched him watching her. It wasn’t long before he tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
She retreated and climbed on top of him and they moved in unison, continuing until Kate could take no more. She let out a suppressed cry and grabbed Marco’s shoulders, pulling his body to her. They slowed their pace and Kate looked down at him as he held her hips.
Marco gently pushed Kate’s mass of hair from her face, and she rolled next to him. He sucked in a breath and popped it back out.
“Whoo! Goddamn, girl! That was fuckin’ amazing.” He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her. “Why don’t we do that more often?”
“Good question.”
He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “I mean, are we losing our touch? Are we getting boring in our old age?”
She rolled onto her side. “Obviously, we’re not losing our touch. It’s just—we never get this kind of alone-time.”
“Well, that’s bullshit. Let’s try harder.”
Kate giggled and yawned. “Okay. It’s a deal.” She ran to turn off the hall light and climbed back into bed. “Gotta’ get up early tomorrow. Nine o’clock. Have to meet my new client at ten.”
In the silhouetted light from the window, she saw Marco’s head lift and turn toward her.
“Tomorrow’s Saturday. It’s my only Saturday off for a while. Starting next week, I’m on two Saturdays a month.”
“You know I have to work on Saturdays sometimes.”
He flopped his head back on the pillow. “Shit. For how long?”
She patted his chest. “Just a couple hours. I’ll be home a little after noon. Now go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
He lifted his head and turned to kiss her quickly on the lips.
“Night. Love you.”
“Love you.”
