Christmas had always been Holly’s favorite holiday. Not just the day itself, but the weeks leading up to it. From the bell-ringing Santa at the department store to decorating the tree while listening to Bing Crosby’s “I’ll Be Home For Christmas,” it all made for a festive holiday season. But this year was different. Her husband, Nick, had been working overseas on a top-secret mission, and she missed him desperately—his la...

Chapter Fifty-Three As the hot water rained down on them, soapy hands roamed intimately over each other—his cupped her breasts gently at first, and then more eagerly, while hers gripped his manhood, making him moan. Every touch and caress heightened their arousal until their desire intensified to the point of urgent need. Mac spun Grace around, so she faced the wall. Capturing each hand in his, he held them firmly against...

She sat across the table from me but was a million miles away. She’d been telling me for days that she was fine, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and, though I sensed there were things she needed to say, I didn’t press the issue. In all our years of marriage, if I know one thing about my wife, it’s that she needs time to process things before she is ready to talk about them. Patience doesn’t always come easy to...

Chapter Forty-Nine Mac walked into Grace’s office and caught her scowling. “What’s wrong, my love?” “Nothing that your magical hands and tongue can’t fix,” she sighed. He wiggled his eyebrows. “Shall I lock the door?” Laughing, Grace said, “Not now, you horn toad. Later, in bed, when the house is quiet and the madness has stopped.” “What madness?” “Take your pick: The littles are running around like Tasmanian devils, Javi...

I could feel as much as hear her sobbing next to me. I rolled over to cuddle her and instantly realized what was going on. The bed was wet. For the third time this month. My cock, already uncharacteristically stiff in the morning, started pulsing. I’m sure she felt it against her back as she also felt my hand reach between her legs. Her panties were of course soaked. I thought I might just cum from that alone. I felt a fr...

Lucy lay naked on the couch, too tired and lazy to move. Pedro held her from behind, quiet—as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying anything. She had just given herself fully to him for the first time, cheating on her husband right there in their own home. But no, she wasn’t thinking about that. All she felt was the freedom to choose her own pleasure, to let go completely. She thought about how he made her wait,...

Carl was a giant. I was a bird. He was broad and powerful, twice my size, and I was all bones and angles. His roar could have shattered windows. His kiss was a butterfly’s wing. His hands, enormous as they were, held a softness I could barely believe. When he cupped my face, I disappeared into him completely. I felt safe there. Maybe too safe. The first years went by in a dizzy haze. I could feel the silent envy of my fri...

If Emma was honest with herself, she was never really into straight sex. Plain-vanilla sex with her husband just never seemed worth the effort. She married Aaron more out of obligation and had sex with him around once a month for the first 10 years of their marriage for the same reason. It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him, he was still her best friend. Aaron just didn’t seem to turn her on. But that was guys in genera...

Chapter Forty-Five The next few weeks went by quickly. While there were a few moments here and there when Mac wanted to evict his sister, he had to admit that Grace’s idea to let Aislyn stay indefinitely was going much better than he had anticipated. She was casually dating Detective Andy Compton and actually doing a decent job of being an aunt to DJ, Mac’s oldest child. In fact, the longer Aislyn stayed, the more tolerab...