A/N: Shout out to Green-Dragonz, Scarletsoldierrr, Emma_Writes, Ashleyo28, and CindyDoll for their kind and encouraging words. I love that you love this story. You asked for it, so pure smut ahead!

With Greg escorting Cati to dinner for a long talk about their future, Cali decided to call it a day.

She was sitting on the foot of the bed when Hank walked into the bedroom. He sat down next to her and unlaced his boots and kicked them off before standing up. He unbuttoned his long-sleeve shirt and hung it up in the closet.

When he turned around, he caught Cali openly raking her gaze over his form.

Cali admired her husband's physique, in awe that even though he was in his early 50s, he was quite fit. The muscles in his arms alone still made her salivate. And the man looked fine in a pair of jeans. She couldn't believe that he was hers, and hers alone.

Hank crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow at his wife, inadvertently turning her on even more.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

Cali nodded and stood up.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes for my liking," she saucily said, reaching for the hem of his tee and pulling it up and off him.

Hank smirked at her as she likewise peeled off her own shirt and unclasped her bra.

Hank was still floored that the woman in front of him was his. She put up with him, accepting him as he was without question, rough edges and all. Camille would always be his first love and the mother of his children, but Cali made him feel like a man.

Cali slid her palms over Hank's bare chest before reaching for his belt buckle and unbuckling it, all the while keeping his gaze. He stood perfectly still as she eased the zipper down.

Once she pushed his jeans down, he couldn't stay idle any longer. He cupped her face and kissed her senseless, making her forget her own name.

She looped her arms around his neck as he hauled her to him. He wasted no time unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down. She pressed her body tightly against his as the temperature rose in the room.

Hank guided Cali backwards towards the bed, his blood pounding in his ears, the need to be inside her growing. She broke their heated kiss to clamber onto the bed.

He swiftly dropped his briefs and followed her. Before she could remove them, he ripped off her panties as he knelt between her thighs, his erection at full attention and pulsating.

Cali deliberately slid one of her hands down her abdomen under his hooded gaze, plunging her fingers between her thighs, rubbing herself, and then reaching for him with the same hand. Hank sucked in a breath as she wrapped her fingers around him and pumped a couple times, coating him with her slick.

Hank lowered himself over her, bracing his weight on his hands on either side of her head. With one hand Cali guided him to where he belonged while the other hand on his neck urged his lips to hers.

Soon their mouths matched the rhythm of their hips as the world and its worries outside their bedroom door faded.

While Hank supposed he was like any other guy who liked having sex with a warm and willing woman, he decided there was something about being intimate with Cali that made it so much more.

As much as she liked sex with Hank in any position, Cali decided there was something to be said about missionary. The feel of him on top, surrounding her senses, covering her—it was the most amazing feeling she'd ever experienced.

Hank broke this kiss this time as he dropped to his forearms, giving him more power to push into her harder. Cali moaned at the change. She locked her legs around his torso and clenched his shoulders as she teetered on the edge of her climax.

It didn't take long. A couple more thrusts and she was crying out in pleasure. He tried to hold on a little longer, but the way her body spasmed around his was too great. He groaned as his release ripped through him.

They were still tangled in the sheets, basking in the afterglow, when they heard sounds downstairs indicating Cati must be home.

Cali started to roll out of bed when Hank caught her and pulled her back to him.

"Hank …" she started.

"Nope," he replied.

"But," she tried again, shifting in his arms and pushing at the sheets.

"You're going to let your sister sleep on it and then you can meddle in her life again starting tomorrow. She's an adult and so is Mouse," he stated, brooking no argument.

Cali sighed but burrowed into her husband's embrace.

They soon heard two sets of footsteps up the stairs and then Cati's door close.

Hank nuzzled the back of her neck, causing Cali to shiver and let out a breathy giggle. He caressed her breast before running his hand down her hip and between her thighs.

"Hank!" she quietly admonished as he nipped at her ear.

He hushed her by covering her lips with his, effectively distracting her. In fact, she gave no more thought to her sister or her sister's plight the rest of the night.