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Drake is painting the picket fence as I pull into the driveway. Our three kids are playing in the driveway. What a blessed life I lead. My incredible family makes it really easy to set aside the stress of my job as soon as I arrive home each night.
There is one unexpected surprise.
My mom is sitting on the porch swing, sipping a glass of lemonade.
“Mommy! Mommy!” my two boys, three and two years old, shout as they swarm the car and wrap their arms around me as soon as my feet hit the ground.
Our four-year-old daughter is the oldest. She tucks her blonde hair behind her ears and gives me a fierce look while tossing a Nerf football from hand to hand. “Wanna play catch?”
I’m still light-years away from being any kind of jock, but one thing I’ve learned while married to Drake is how to throw a football.
“Sure.” Almost immediately after I set my purse and bag on the ground, the football hits my hands. Fortunately, I know Abigail has no mercy and was ready for it.
I toss it back and she catches it effortlessly.
“Nice spiral,” Drake says.
“I had a good teacher.”
Abigail and I continue to toss the football with my sons running back and forth between us trying to intercept the passes.
“What are you doing here, Mom? Earlier this week, you said you and Dad have a date tonight.”
When she and Drake glance at each other, I know something is up.
“We do,” she says. “Our date is to take the kids out for dinner and then back to our house for the weekend.” She stands and claps her hands. “All right, you little monsters! Hug your parents and pile into my car! Pop-pop is going to eat without us if we don’t get a move on.”
All three kids scream with excitement as they dash around the yard with more energy than I’ve had in years. After quick hugs, we wave at the car as it backs out of the drive, and then we’re all alone for the first time in weeks.
I grab the brush and paint a stripe of white down Drake’s cheek. “You look a little dirty. We should probably get you cleaned up.”
He snatches the brush from my grasp and returns the favor, getting my cheek and my jacket. “Oh no. Looks like you got a little messy, too. Let me help you with that.”
He wrestles me out of the jacket and throws it to the ground.
I wrap my arms around him and give him the biggest hug possible. The paintbrush gets trapped between our bodies, leaving a big white spot on each of our shirts.
I pull his over his head as he unbuttons mine.
While kissing his chest, I say, “You better take me inside before we cause a scene. Wouldn’t want the cops to get involved again.”
Let’s just say our lovemaking is a little wild and spontaneous at times.
“We definitely need to go back to that bar this weekend.”
“Focus, dear,” I say.
Once he’s removed my shirt, I drag him toward the front door while waving at the bedroom window of the house across the street where our nosey neighbor is surely watching us.
Drake laughs as he waves, too. “Neighborhood Watch, my ass. She’s secretly a very naughty old lady.”
I giggle when Drake lifts me up over his shoulder and spanks me for all the neighbors to see before carrying me into the house.
Up in our walk-in shower with the steam surrounding us, Drake asks, “How are things going with that family?”
I’ve been working with a lawyer for months to help a single mom get the money she deserves from the rich deadbeat dad who left her for a younger woman so she can stop running up debts on her credit cards. He knows he’ll pay eventually, but he’s dragging his feet to make things as miserable for her as possible.
Drake is amazing at remembering to ask about the details of my day. As amazing as the sex is, the emotional support he provides is even better. “Great. Thanks for asking. We actually got him up to date with his back payments just today. She was able to cash the check and won’t have to worry about losing the house for a long time. He’s also agreed to stay on schedule going forward. It seems one of his clients heard the news and threatened to take away all their business if the owner of the company refuses to exhibit real family values rather than just bragging about doing so in commercials.”
“None of that would have been possible without your relentless work.”
Drake adds soap to the loofa and starts scrubbing my body.
I lean against the tile wall, close my eyes, and let him worship my body. Even after all these years, the feel of his lips against my skin and his fingers between my legs makes me dizzy with passion.
I’m putty in his hands as he effortlessly lifts me off my feet. I automatically wrap my legs around him and moan as he fills me with every inch of his thick, hard cock.
“Yeah, Drake. Right there. God, that fills so good.”
He takes his time. He never rushes until I’m so desperate I scream for him to fuck me harder. After two orgasms, I bite my lower lip to keep myself silent so he’ll give me more of what I need.
“Damn, woman. Are you trying to kill me? How much longer are you going to hold out?”
“You said the kids are going to be gone all weekend, right? I figure I can take this slow-fucking until they get home.”
Drake doesn’t even bother turning off the water. We continue fucking as he carries me into the bedroom. Both of us are still soaking wet when he throws me down on the bed and positions me on my hands and knees.
I arch my back and reach behind to spread myself, because I know he enjoys the view.
“I can’t take another second of this, Heidi. I want you too badly.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I purr as he slides his length back into me.
“Hold on,” he orders.
It’s all the warning I get before he’s slamming his body against the backs of my legs.
I push back against him. “Fuck yeah, Drake. Just like that. Harder.”
What can I say? It’s one thing to tease him, but when he fucks me so good, I’m going to let him know it.
We fuck until the sun sets and then eventually take a break to order dinner.
With our naked bodies entwined in our bed while eating Chinese food and watching movies, I can’t imagine a more perfect world.
As if reading my mind, Drake kisses the top of my head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Can you pass the almond cookies?”