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From Chapter 3: The Determining Factor

Sandy woke up to see his family staring at him. Kirsten was lightly snoring. He laughed, waking Kirsten up. "What? What happened?" she said, completely disheveled.

"Morning, beautiful. Our amazing son, Ryan and your equally amazing sister, Hailey have been slaving away in the kitchen, making a breakfast to die for. What our other son, Seth is doing in our kitchen is beyond me," said Sandy, kissing Kirsten's temple as she smiled. Seth rolled his eyes and faked a laugh. Kirsten stood up, taking Sandy by the hand.

"I need to freshen up. I'll be right back," said Kirsten, suggestively. She and Sandy walked to the bathroom as Seth rolled his eyes. Disgusting.

Kirsten giggled as Sandy stroked her hand gently, leaning over occasionally to kiss her neck. The journey to the bathroom took, what felt like to Sandy, hours. They couldn't get there soon enough. Sandy gave a sigh of relief when they were behind closed doors, immediately finding Kirsten's mouth with his own.

She laughed into his mouth as his tongue found hers. She kissed him fervently, desperate for him. His touches. His kisses. Him. They relished in their kisses, their hands running over each other's bodies, seeking the other with a desire they were so used to but still so shocked by.

" I love you, you know that?" said Sandy, suddenly, pulling his face away from hers. She breathed deeply, smiling at him.

"Oh yeah? Prove it," she said, seductively, reaching for his head and forcing him to meet her. She ran her tongue over his lip as he sucked hers. She moaned as their kiss deepened. Sandy wrapped his arms around her and in a swooping move, lifted her and placed her on the sink. She giggled as she stared at him, amused.

"What?" he asked.

"I love you, too," she said, pressing her lips against his. Her hands moved to cup his face, run her fingers through his hair. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she felt his hand on her knee, slowly moving upward and then downward again, stroking her slender thigh. She wished that she wasn't wearing clothes in that moment. She parted her legs and let her hands fall to his rear. Gripping it loosely, she guided him between her legs until he rested comfortably against her. She needed to feel him, the warmth of his body so close to hers. She had missed that feeling.

She felt him start to move, the fabric of their jeans causing a slightly uncomfortable heat but pleasurable friction between them. He was trying anything to get as close to her as possible. Their lips parted as she looked deeply in his eyes. The easiest way to get as close as possible would be naked or at the least with a few clothes removed. He smiled devilishly as his hand crept up her shirt.

She moaned lightly as she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and nipping gently at her skin. She felt his hand travel round to her back, unhooking her bra. She laughed softly, reminiscing at the many times he used to torture her in college, using his bra skills to tempt her before, during and after classes. His hand pushed the bra out of its way and cupped one of her breasts, massaging it slowly. His thumb rolled at a snail's pace over her nipple. She bit her lip gently, trying to avoid moaning loudly. She had managed to keep it under control for now.

Sandy had felt her body tense slightly under the pleasure. He knew her too well. As a loud moan was about to escape her lips, Sandy looked into her eyes and hushed her by placing his finger on her lips. She glanced at him, kissing the tips of his fingers in an attempt to distract herself from the passion she was feeling. Sandy smiled as she took his hand in hers and kissed the palm of his hand, his wrist. He leaned in and resumed kissing and sucking her neck, his tongue running lazily in circles on her heated skin.

Her lips on his skin were unbearable. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her. He removed his hand from her shirt and from her unwilling lips and held her hips tightly. He looked deeply in her eyes. Quickly. He kissed her in a fervor, his tongue frantically meshing with hers as his hands traveled to the button and zipper of her jeans. A muffled moan escaped her as she tightened her legs' grip around Sandy's waist.

Suddenly, she heard a yelp and a cry, "MOM! DAD! LET'S EAT BEFORE RYAN BEATS ME TO DEATH!" Her eyes sprung open as she pulled her lips away from Sandy's, with a light smacking sound.

Sandy cursed under his breath as Kirsten mumbled, breathlessly, "That's Seth. It's time to eat. We can't do this right now."

Sandy sighed, "You just don't know the meaning of a quickie, do you?" Kirsten smiled at him reassuringly. He wasn't the only one disappointed. He helped her off the sink as he looked in the mirror to check his appearance. Kirsten did up her pants as she ran her hand through her hair and a quick wipe of her lips. He smiled at the present he had left Kirsten. She hadn't noticed when she fixed her hair, it being past her shoulders and framing her face. He ran a hand through his as he opened the door. He wondered who would be the first to notice the mark on his wife's neck. Hailey, Ryan or Seth.