Robert took care of things at the office before him and Holly headed back home. It was late, and everyone was fast asleep. The two went upstairs to their bedroom, Holly was so happy that Robert could not help but smile just seeing her.
"You know, seeing you like this has always been one of my favorite things." Robert wrapped his arms around her.
Holly's eyes lit up. "I still love happy endings. We all worked together, and I'm so proud o Jayne. She definitely takes after you."
"With a lot of you in her, and what about Ethan with the surprise? That's something he got from you." Robert kissed her forehead.
"It was wonderful, you are wonderful. You are making this world so much better." Holly gave him a kiss.
"You make me so much better. What do you say about having a little celebration?" Robert asked her, getting a wicked grin on his face.
"Depends, am I going to end up with champagne in my face?" She tilted her head to the side.
Robert could not help but laugh at her response. "I was thinking we skip the sauna and have it in our bed tonight."
Holly grinned as she undid his tie. "I think that sounds wonderful."
Robert and Holly both started to undress each other, Holly taking a moment to admire that chest of his as she always had. Placing kisses on it as she reached for his belt, in no time it was gone.
Once they were both undressed, they got on the bed, kissing deeply as passion was building by the minute.
It was now Robert's turn to admire her chest. His tongue ran over her nipples as he heard her moan. She was the most magnificent creature he had ever known. He wanted to spend all night doing this, savoring her body, and he would very soon, but this mess meant an early day for both of them. He went to move on top of her and was stopped.
"Darling, I think I'll do the honors." She said with fire in her eyes. She moved on top of him and guided him into her.
Robert thrusted upward as their lips met. The two of them completely let passion take over. Giving what already turned out to be a good night a little more of it.
