Much thanks to alix33 for the great beta work
JE owns the rights to anything familiar - mistakes are mine
Warning: Brief Smut
Happy New Year!
Bobby gripped the long sleeve of my Rangeman shirt at either side of the hole and completely ripped it off. "It was ruined anyway," he said at my raised brow.
He poked around the wound on my bicep and wiped it clean with an alcohol cloth. "Just a graze but it's gonna need a few stitches. Want me to do it here?"
I sighed internally and gave him a nod. My first shift in a week and I take a bullet. Terrific. I hate getting shot. I sat down on the open tailgate of the truck and let him get started.
He threaded the surgical needle and slid it in expertly, tugging it completely through my skin to begin closing the gap. "How's Bomber doing since the bank incident," he asked while he worked.
"She's fine. Better than fine, actually. I can't decide if I should be grateful or worried that shit like that doesn't even faze her anymore."
"Let's go with grateful," he said. "I haven't seen her since Christmas; where are you hiding her? This is done, by the way." He dropped the needle into a hazardous waste bag and ran another alcohol pad over the small row of sutures, adding it to the bag when he was done.
"At the house in Princeton." Or as Stephanie liked to call it, the Batcave.
"Is that more for her or for you?" Bobby asked as he covered the wound with a square of gauze and secured it with surgical tape. "Leave that on until tomorrow."
"No comment," I said and he handed me two Advil and a bottle of water. It was actually for both of us, although probably mostly for me, but I wasn't going to admit that to him. The Princeton house was twenty five miles outside Trenton and it meant she was at least thirty minutes away from her crazy family, crazy skips, and any other type of crazy that seemed to be invading our life as of late. I'd taken a few days off, a rarity for me, and we'd driven straight there on Christmas day where we spent the first forty eight hours christening each and every room in the house. I wanted to make damn well sure she wouldn't feel the need to go into the city for any reason and being constantly naked and sated was doing the trick.
I felt a small smile tug at the corners of my lips when I remembered a particularly enjoyable adventure on top of the pool table. I tossed back the Advil and washed it down with some water and when I looked at Bobby again, he had a sly grin on his smug little face.
"What?"
"You fucked her in every room, didn't you?"
I'm not normally that transparent – the pain must be scrambling my brain. "Pretty sure that's none of your business," I said curtly, making sure my expression was blank.
"C'mon," Bobby practically whined as he pushed aside his gear and sat beside me on the tailgate. "I haven't gotten laid in months. I need to live vicariously through you. Did you do it on the pool table?"
Christ. Why do I let myself get roped into these types of conversations? "Sorry. Your unfortunate dry spell is not my problem and what I do with my dick is private."
Bobby scowled. "One thing – just tell me one little thing. I'm getting desperate here, man."
"You're like a pathetic little puppy begging for scraps." I tipped back the bottle of water and drained what was left.
Completing the visual, Bobby turned his hound dog eyes on me and even stuck out his bottom lip in a little pout.
"Jesus," I said in exasperation. Seriously pathetic. "Do you remember the takedown we did at that strip joint out on 95 - when Ram took a knife to the neck?"
He looked confused at the apparent subject change but nodded his head. "How could I forget? I thought he was going to bleed out on the sticky, semen coated floor."
"Me too. But thanks to you he's still among the living. And he even uses that scar to get a ton of pussy. For some reason, women think it's sexy."
Bobby scowled at me again. "Is it really necessary to rub it in that everyone is getting some except for me?"
I almost rolled my eyes. "Do you remember the dancer that was helping you? She didn't even blink at all the blood and held the gash together like a pro while you sewed?"
"Yeah…"he said slowly. "She was pretty amazing, actually. I think she might have had some kind of medical training. What was her name? Candace? Crystal?"
"Camille," I corrected.
"Right." His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where is this going?"
I couldn't believe what I was doing. This was Stephanie territory and I felt like an idiot. I wasn't a fucking matchmaker. I sighed. Loudly.
"She asked about you. After you left in the ambulance with Ram, she asked about you. In a very non-platonic way."
He stared at me for a beat with his mouth hanging open. "Are you fucking kidding me? That was two months ago! Why am I only hearing about this now?"
"Because I'm not eHarmony, nor do I give a shit about you getting off. You're lucky I'm feeling sorry for you right now or I wouldn't have told you at all. Give her a call – but don't let your desperate dick keep you from Tank's New Year's Eve party tonight."
"I'll be there," he said with a grin, already getting out his phone. "I can't believe he's having a formal party - I hate wearing a suit."
"I'm pretty sure that was Beth's influence." I didn't mind about the suit. Stephanie liked me in a suit. Or she liked getting me out of a suit, either way I didn't mind.
"Undoubtedly," Bobby agreed. "I like Beth; she's a smartass."
I pushed myself up off the back of the truck and said, "I think you'd like any kind of ass at this point." I slid my arms into my heavy Rangeman jacket and zipped it closed over my chest. It was nearing sunset and starting to get cold. There was talk it might even snow - the first of the season.
"Why you gotta be cruel, man?"
I flashed him all my teeth. "I'm outta here. Steph will be climbing the walls if I don't get home soon."
Zip had arrived with my Porsche and it sat idling two spaces over from the truck. I headed in that direction and had to smile at Bobby's parting comment. "I know you did it on the pool table!"
I left the scene without saying anything to the rest of the team. They knew what to do with the FTA and I would be seeing most of them at the party later. I stopped at Pino's on the way out of the city to pick up a meatball sub for Steph and added a grilled chicken salad for myself. The only downside to the Batcave was the lack of Ella.
It was just after six when I eased the Turbo into the garage and made my way into the house. I dropped the food off in the kitchen and headed up the first flight of stairs where I heard music softly playing from the direction of our bedroom. "Steph?" I called out a warning of my imminent arrival. She frequently accused me of sneaking up on her like a ninja so I was trying to get better about announcing my presence.
"In here," she answered just as I crossed the threshold into our room. I was in the process of removing my jacket when I saw her and all rational thought left my brain on an overflowing fountain of lust.
She was perched on the bench at the end of our bed and she was naked except for a tiny pair of black lace panties and the silky black stocking she was rolling up her thigh. She secured it with the dangling garter clip and my cock throbbed with appreciation underneath my cargos.
When she started on the other leg I must have made a sound because her head came up and she gave me a slow smile. "Hi," she said and then the smile dropped like brick. "What the hell happened to your arm?"
I looked down at myself and discovered I'd pulled the arm with the bullet wound from my jacket and the ripped sleeve of my shirt exposed the bandage attached to my skin. I slipped my other arm out and tossed the jacket onto the armchair in the corner. "It was just a graze," I said but she was on her feet and clutching onto my forearm before the words were even off my tongue.
"I hate when you get shot," she muttered, but her bare breasts were pressing into my arm and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything else.
"Me too," I managed to say.
"Does it hurt?" She asked brushing her thumb lightly over the gauze which caused her nipples to graze across the back of my hand.
"No. Babe?"
"What?"
Her eyes found mine and I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. "If you really want to have this conversation you're going to have to stop touching me and probably put on some clothes."
The smile was back. A wicked, wicked smile. She pressed herself closer, leaning heavily against me. "Are you having a hard time concentrating?"
"Mmmm," was all I could manage as she slid her hands down my sides, over the full utility belt around my waist and finally, those nimble fingers covered the distinctive bulge straining at my zipper.
"Yes, definitely hard," she said and left one hand on my cock while the other worked to remove my gun belt.
Before I could even register what was happening she had the belt off and my pants around my ankles and I was hissing out a low moan as the hot, furnace of her mouth slid down my entire length on one slow stroke. She took me to the edge with the sweet torture of wet tongue flicks, soft sucking and nips of her teeth until I couldn't stand another second.
"Enough," I rasped gruffly and clutched a handful of her hair, pulling her away. I lifted her to her feet and took her mouth, tangling our tongues and kneading her full breasts until she was the one whimpering on the edge of all reason.
I broke away, my breath sawing from my lungs on short gasps. I toed off my boots, kicked off my pants and spun her around. I walked her to the archway that leads into the master bath and braced her hands on the wall as I pressed my palm to her spine, bending her at the waist. "Do you have another pair of these panties," I asked as my fingers flexed on her hips.
"Yes," she breathed, twisting her head to peer at me over her shoulder, "but…"
"Good." I cut her off and ripped the black lace from her body before sinking balls deep into the molten heat of her core. I was so far gone, only a few thrusts had me spilling inside her. I leaned over her, trying to get my racing heart back to a normal pace and pressed my chest against her back. I kissed her shoulders before running my tongue over every inch of her backbone until I reached the scar high on the left cheek of her ass. She'd taken a bullet there a couple years ago when a psycho named Jimmy Alpha broke into her apartment and tried to kill her. I kissed the raised ridge of the battle wound before slowly easing out and pulling her into my arms. "That was all about me," I said against her lips. "It's your turn now."
I discarded my ruined shirt into the pile with the rest of my clothes and led her to our bed where I spent a great deal of time making her thrash and moan and pulse beneath the relentless swipes of my tongue. My name echoed around the room when she came with a shout and I crawled up her body, pulling the comforter over us as I went.
It was a long time before either of us spoke. I held her, cradled against my chest and was nearly asleep when she said, "I'm starving."
We both laughed when her stomach growled. "I brought you a meatball sub from Pino's." She used my chest to push herself into a sitting position and grinned down at me with way too much excitement about a sandwich.
"You did?"
"Yeah. I'm sure it's cold now. If you would have kept your hands and your breasts to yourself you could have had it an hour ago."
"I don't remember hearing any complaints." She ran her fingers over my chest and twisted a nipple playfully.
"No, you certainly did not," I agreed, bringing her wandering hand to my mouth. I kissed her palm and then rolled to the side tugging her with me. We got out of bed and I grabbed her robe off the back of the bathroom door and draped it over her shoulders before pulling on a pair of sweats I retrieved from my dresser. She was tying the sash when I noticed she still had on the stocking. I smiled at the memory of watching her rolling it up her leg.
"Why were you getting dressed when I got home?" I asked as we made our way down to the kitchen. "The party isn't until ten."
"I couldn't decide what dress to wear so I was going to try them on again and then make a decision."
I sat her down at the breakfast bar and popped her sandwich into the microwave. "Why do you need stockings to pick out a dress?" I opened the plastic container that held my salad and dumped it into a large bowl.
Stephanie was looking at me like I was twelve levels of stupid and then she said, "You can't make an informed decision about a dress without seeing the entire outfit and that includes stockings and shoes."
"Right," I said as the microwave signaled its completion with a distinctive beep. I slid her sub onto a plate, poured us both a glass of chardonnay, grabbed two forks from the drawer and sat beside her to eat. "How many options did you bring with you?"
"Three," she said around a mouthful of meatballs, cheese and bread.
I ate a few forkfuls of salad and sipped from my wine glass. "Which ones?"
She took another bite before answering. "The blue halter dress I wore to Lester's wedding."
"No," I said, eliminating option number one immediately.
She raised her eyebrows as she took a drink of wine.
"Don't you remember what happened at Lester's wedding? Unless you want to be ravished in every unoccupied room of Tank's house…"
"Okay," she said slowly. "Not the blue one. Option two is the red one you bought me for my birthday."
"Absolutely not." I pushed back from the counter and headed to the fridge for some water.
"Why?" she questioned indignantly. "I love that dress."
"I love it too. Or to be specific, I love you in it, but that dress is dangerous, Babe. It's the kind of dress that can make men have less than pure thoughts and I don't want any of the assholes that work for me having those types of thoughts about you. Especially right in front of me. I think Beth would be pissed if I started punching her guests in the face."
Stephanie carefully schooled her expression into something neutral, but I could see the smile in her eyes. "I guess that leaves the new one I picked up while shopping with Lula last week."
I set a bottle of water in front of her and drank some from my own. "Haven't seen that one yet. Maybe I should preview it to make sure it isn't riot inducing."
"You just want to find out how long it will take you to get me out of it later."
"I won't confirm or deny, but I do want to make sure no one else will be wondering that same thing."
"Don't worry," she said after finishing her sandwich, "It won't cause anyone to have any kind of inappropriate thoughts. It's too simple for that."
"Hmmm." I was pretty skeptical about that. Steph can turn heads in practically anything. I filled my fork and offered her a bite of salad.
She took it without protest and then ate two more before giving me an evil eye. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
"Me? I'm not doing anything."
"You're trying to get me to eat vegetables by be being all hot and sexy without your shirt and feeding me from your fork."
"There is nothing sexy about chicken salad, Babe."
She actually snorted out a laugh. "Everything that involves you is sexy, Ranger. Even lettuce."
I grabbed the lapel of her robe and yanked her to me for a kiss. When I broke away, her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was partially open so I shoved in another bite of salad.
"Hey!" She protested but it was garbled by the food. She chewed and swallowed and then punched me on the shoulder. "I'm leaving before you break out the fruit and we end up naked on the counter. Again."
I laughed and sipped my wine, enjoying the view as she made her way back up the stairs.
I finished some paperwork and took a shower in a guest bath while she got ready in our master suite. I don't pretend to know what all goes into what she does in there, but I can't argue with the results. I strolled into the bedroom at half past nine to retrieve my suit and let my eyes roam freely over her body encased in the brand new black cocktail length dress.
She was right, it was simple, but the woman inside it was not and that made it incredibly beautiful. The sleeveless, sleek matte jersey at the bodice paired elegantly with a lustrous pleated taffeta skirt, and the scoop neckline showed just a hint of the chain and pendant I'd given her for Christmas. It hadn't been removed since I fastened it around her neck. She gave me her back when I entered the room and lifted her mass of curls. I slowly raised the zipper, kissing the exposed skin along the way until I reached her nape.
"You're stunning, Babe," I whispered and nipped at her earlobe. She turned into my arms and buried her face in my neck, inhaling deeply. She did that often right after I showered. Something about the shower gel I used being orgasmic. I thought she had to be exaggerating, at least a little, but the reaction it got made me stockpile the stuff.
"So are you," she said against my skin and then gently licked a path up my neck to my ear which did dangerous things to my lower extremities. I quickly extracted myself from her touch before I let things get out of hand. I knew she'd be upset if she had to start over with her make-up.
"I'm wearing sweats, how is that stunning?" I moved away from her and into the walk-in closet where my Armani suit was hanging, still in the dry cleaning bag.
"You could be wrapped in a potato sack and it would be stunning."
I poked my head out while I removed the plastic. "A potato sack?"
She shrugged as she hooked a dangling diamond earring onto her earlobe. "It's true. I don't think there is anything in the world that could make you unattractive. It's unfair, really."
I smiled as I donned my suit. I'd often thought the same thing about her. When I exited the closet two minutes later, she was stepping into her heels and froze with only one on. "Jesus," she breathed as her gaze took in every inch.
"You want me," I teased as I fastened a cufflink. "You want me bad."
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes before giving her head a little shake. When she opened them a second later, they were narrowed dangerously. "You got to veto my wardrobe choices, why wasn't I allowed to the same courtesy?"
"Something wrong with my suit, Babe?"
After another scorching head to toe scan, she said, "No. There is not one fucking thing wrong with your suit. It's complete perfection. You look beyond amazing in that suit but there is a problem."
"What's that?"
"I no longer want to go to the party. I don't want to do anything accept spend a lot of time getting you out of that suit. Using mainly my teeth."
I flashed my thousand watt smile and attached the other cufflink. "I would enjoy that immensely, but we have to go to the party so do you think you can keep your teeth off of me until it's over?"
She blew out a breath and stepped into her other shoe. "I wish I could say yes."
I pulled her into my arms and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "It's the same for me, Babe."
She wrapped her arms around my waist and took another smell of my neck. "Do you think it will always be this way between us?"
"God, I hope so," I said and released her so her dress didn't wrinkle. "Do you want to drive or walk?"
She inspected her shoes, contemplating. "It's only a block; I can probably make it in these. It's not snowing is it?"
"Not yet, but it might be later."
"Let's risk it," she said and took the diamond stud earring from my fingers and fastened it to my ear for me before running her tongue around the outer rim.
"You're not helping the cause, Steph."
She laughed and moved away from me before I could find out just how quickly I could get her out of that dress.
I grabbed her shawl off the back of her vanity chair and we headed down to the foyer closet where we donned our heavy winter coats for the trek to Tank and Beth's new house. This event was doing double duty as a house warming and a New Year's party.
We enjoyed the short walk, holding hands and taking in our neighbors' Christmas lights. It was cold, not unbearably so, but we were glad when we arrived on Tank's doorstep. Beth opened the door a few seconds after the bell chimed and greeted us with a smile. "God, you two are gorgeous," she said as she took our coats and hung them in the closet.
"I was just thinking the same about you," Steph told her. "That dress is amazing."
I had to agree. It was a floor length, sleeveless silk lavender gown that hugged her in all the right places and brought out the purple in her eyes. Her light blonde hair was shiny, sleek and spilling down over her shoulders like spun gold and she towered over both of us in a pair of matching four inch heels. She didn't have a thing on Stephanie, but I could definitely see the appeal.
"Tank bought it for me and then tried to veto me wearing it tonight," she said as she led us towards the kitchen. "He kept mumbling about perverted assholes and impure thoughts."
Stephanie cut her eyes to me behind Beth's back and I mouthed 'I told you.'
"Everyone is where the food is, of course," Beth said with an eye roll as we came around the corner into the open space of the kitchen. Their house was similar to ours but the kitchen was significantly bigger and every single surface seemed to be covered with food. Stephanie's eyes widened when she caught sight of a table dedicated only to desserts but I steered her away and followed Beth who wanted to introduce us to her parents, several other family members and a few friends tossed in for good measure.
I left Steph with Beth and Melanie when I heard a large group of the Rangeman crew arrive.
"It's about time you assholes got here," I heard Tank say as I rounded the corner of the kitchen to join them in the foyer.
"Yeah, well Ranger wouldn't give us the day off so we just finished our shifts," Woody said, draping his coat over his arm.
"We can't all have the day off, dickhead," Cal smacked Woody on the back of the head and grinned at Tank.
"And maybe someone needs a seventy two hour shift on monitor duty as a reminder," I said coming up behind them. I almost laughed as Woody's face drained of color.
"Don't toss your cookies on my floor," Tank barked after sharing a look with me.
"Do we get a tour of the new house?" Hector asked in perfect English and then said in rapid Spanish, "Unless you have a red room of pain – we don't need to see that shit."
"Speak for yourself," Ram jumped in and everyone turned to look at him. "What? I'm not ashamed to admit I occasionally enjoy whips and chains."
Jesus. Why did they always over-share? "And I know for a fact most of you get down with some bondage as well," he went on and Tank gave me a look like, why did I invite these fuckers?
"This is neither the time nor the place to discuss your deviant sexual proclivities, Ram. Or any of you for that matter," I said conversationally, but I let a little bite seep through into my tone so they knew I wasn't kidding.
"Let's take a tour," Tank said, shooting me a grateful look.
We started at Tank's office, where he stacked everyone's coats and made our way around the first level. It was nearly identical to mine, including the game room with a pool table and two rows of recliners in front of the giant wall mounted flat screen for the optimum movie watching experience. We were detoured slightly when Steph, Beth and Melanie brought us each a beer and then Lester joined us when we headed to the second story.
It was a series of bedrooms and an oversized loft and we got a look at each room except one at the end of the hall that had its door closed. Tank ignored it and headed for the stairs but he really should have known better.
"Hold up," Lester called to his retreating back. "You forgot this room."
"There's nothing in there. Let's go back downstairs." Tank's tone was tight and he was looking at Lester like he was going to throttle him the second he was in range, but that never did deter Santos.
"Shit, Tank," Hector said. "Do you really have a red room of pain? I was just kidding, man."
"No!" Tank protested a little too loudly and I shook my head. I was sure I knew what was in the room and it was not what any of them were thinking.
"You know I have to open this door now," Lester said almost apologetically.
"Santos." I tried mildly to intervene but I knew nothing was going to stop it now. I looked at Tank and lifted my shoulders in a shrug. Sorry pal, you're on your own.
Lester opened the door without any further comment and a stark silence fell over the group as they peered inside until Vince whispered, "Holy shit."
They filed into the room one by one and formed a semi-circle just inside the door, taking in the expanse with mouths agape. The room was a true cat haven. The walls, floor and ceiling were carpeted and there were all manners of cat toys, tunnels, towers and of course, a plethora of felines.
Tank rolled his eyes and met me in the threshold.
"Beth must really be in love to allow this to happen," Binkie said as a small black cat weaved through his legs.
"Yeah," Cal nodded and flinched when a different black cat with huge glowing gold eyes let out some sort of screech and launched itself on top of a ten foot tall climbing perch in a single leap. "Jesus, how many of them are there?"
"Six," Tank said to their backs. "And how do you know this wasn't Beth's doing?"
"Right," Woody laughed. "Do you really think we didn't know about your cat obsession?"
"Christ," Tank muttered.
Ram looked at us over his shoulder. "I like pussy as much as anyone, but this is a little out of hand, dude." A fat calico leapt onto his shoulder and licked his cheek. "That kind of tickled," he said with a grin. "Nothing like a tickling pussy."
Tank rolled his eyes again and removed the cat. "Alright, you've had your fun and now you can get your sorry assess out of here and back downstairs. And in case you had thoughts of relentlessly busting my chops all night, you should know that two of these cats are Beth's."
There was a collective shocked expression before they left the room and headed down the hall. "Is that true?" I asked as we brought up the rear.
"No," he admitted, "and if you tell anyone I'll convince them the orange one is yours."
I barked out a laugh and we followed them downstairs where we proceeded to eat and drink and talk and laugh until Beth gathered us all in the kitchen for the countdown to the New Year.
I pulled Stephanie to me for the traditional kiss as soon as the clock struck twelve and of course, I did not want it to end once I got started.
"Ranger," she whispered against my lips.
"I know, but I can't help myself." I slipped my tongue inside her mouth again and groaned when she pulled away.
"Let's go home," she said, surprising me.
"I would love nothing more, but I think we're going to want to stick around at least for a little while longer."
"Why? What do you know that I don't?"
I grinned at her and was saved from answering by Tank clinking his knife against the champagne glass in his hand to get everyone's attention. I didn't know for sure, but I suspected what was coming next and was more than sure after his announcement.
"We'd like everyone to please join us in the formal living room." He gestured with his hand, pointing the way.
"What is this?" Steph asked as we followed the crowd.
I shrugged my shoulders and she jabbed me in the side with a finger, obviously not buying my feigned ignorance.
When the group was all present in the room, Beth quieted the low murmuring questions with another round of glass clinking.
The room was low lit by the giant Christmas tree in front of the bay window and some other strings of lantern type lights that someone had hung from the ceiling. The only other light came from the blazing flames from the fire behind them and the giant lighted archway that had been erected in front of the fireplace.
I think it was the archway that clued her in. Stephanie turned to me and whispered, "You knew about this?"
"About what?" I asked with as much innocence as I could muster.
"Ranger." She arched a brow and planted her hands on her hips. "They're getting married, aren't they? And you knew!"
"I only suspected," I said truthfully.
"We didn't want a big church wedding," Beth began from the front of the room.
"And we didn't want to elope," Tank added.
"So since we knew everyone we loved would be here tonight, we decided get married now, with all of you as our witnesses."
A very familiar figured appeared at Beth's side as everyone burst into applause and Stephanie recognized him too. "That's Judge McArthur," she whispered and I nodded my agreement.
"Ladies and gentleman," he started the ceremony. "We are gathered here this evening, or shall I say morning, in the presence of these witnesses, to join Pierre and Beth in matrimony…"
It was quick and sweet and Stephanie had tears in her eyes when they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. I brushed the one that fell down her cheek away with my thumb and pulled her to me. "That was perfect," she said and I agreed.
"You ready to go home, Babe?"
"Yes. Let's start saying our goodbyes."
We made the rounds, ending with the new bride and groom and it was almost a full hour before we stepped into the softly falling snow for the short walk home. I reached into my pocket the second we hit the sidewalk to retrieve our rings. I put mine on before taking her hand and sliding the platinum diamond band onto her left ring finger. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed the ring before lacing my fingers through hers.
"We'll have to tell them eventually," I reminded her as we made our way home.
"I know," she said, leaning closer to me. "But it's only been three days and I want it to be just for us for a little while longer. You do realize how much shit we're going to get, right? And I can't believe that was the same judge that married us."
"Yes, I'm aware of the shit and the judge is what made me suspicious. Tank asked about him last week. And speaking of Tank, we're leaving tomorrow; shouldn't we at least tell him it's a honeymoon and not just a vacation? There is less chance of being bothered that way."
"Tank needs a honeymoon now too. Are they going anywhere?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "He hasn't asked for anytime off."
"Let's give them a honeymoon as a wedding gift. Do you think they'd like Italy as well?"
"Maybe," I allowed. "Why don't we let them decide and we'll just foot the bill."
"You're a good boss," she said stopping in our driveway and extracting her hand from mine so she could gather me into her arms. "And a good husband," she added and covered my mouth with hers.
I returned the kiss and silently cursed the heavy coats we were wearing because I couldn't feel her beneath all the layers keeping us warm.
"Let's go inside so I can show you exactly how good I can get."
She smiled the wicked grin that never failed light my blood on fire and tugged me towards the front door.
