Decadence (2 page)

Tension built to levels her body could no longer contain,
her thighs shook, her hands clutched the deep divots above his ass. All control
lost, she gave in, crying out as pulse after pulse of orgasm tore through her.

The groan that rumbled out of Eric resonated through the
room as she felt him freeze above her. Everything was motionless except his
cock, which throbbed inside her.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his lips finding hers for a slow,
delicious kiss. As he moved slowly in and out of her, she greedily thought that
if he kept that up she might well come yet again.

“This whole Spice Rack thing is really working for me. How
many more jars are there?”

Laughter tumbled from Eric as he eased himself out of her.
There was nothing she adored more than the sound of his laugh.

“I love you, Jess.” He reached into the nightstand and
withdrew the box. “Let’s see, three rows to choose from—sweet, savory and
spicy. Four jars per row. I’d say these could keep us in ideas for quite a
while.”

Jess grinned as she ran her fingers over the jars. “You said
this suggestion was from the sweet row?”

“Yep. I figured we could start off slow and work our way up
to spicy.”

“I like the sound of that kind of work. A lot. In fact, even
though we’ve only used one jar I’m certain this is the best spice rack I’ve
ever had.”

“Best. Rack. Ever. Except maybe for yours.”

Eric didn’t remember dozing off but he awoke to find Jessica
curled alongside him, one leg draped over his. She looked so peaceful. Up close
he could see the smattering of freckles that dusted her nose. Her lips were
still extra plump from kissing, deep pink and ripe. So far this day was going
even better than he’d planned. Shifting slightly he glanced at the clock.
Barely 11 a.m. and he’d already brought her to three climaxes. Not to mention
that was the best sex they’d had in as long as he could remember.

He knew they’d grown apart the past year. He’d sensed it
happening. Not because he wanted it, life just got in the way. The kids’
schedules had gotten crazy with nonstop sports practices and games. And opening
his own ad agency had been twice the work he’d expected. It wasn’t that Jess
was no longer a priority, he simply hadn’t figured out how to manage his time.

The final straw seemed to have been when they’d moved four
months earlier. He’d thought the move would be great for all of them. Nice big
house instead of the townhouse they’d more than outgrown. Same town, same
schools but better neighborhood.

Jessica had initially seemed thrilled, but that quickly
changed. At least half her friends from the old neighborhood stopped inviting
her on their girls’ outings. Most of the women in the new development either
worked out of the home or had nannies. As a work-at-home mom, Jess seemed out
of step. She did an amazing job of getting the new house in shape but he could
see that she wasn’t happy. Her moods grew more sullen and she withdrew every
time he tried to mention it, telling him she was “fine, just tired.”

Worrying about it did no good. It made him cranky and he
hated feeling ineffective. When she’d started taking classes two months ago,
he’d thought it was a good thing. She’d even upped them from once a week to
twice. He figured it was great that she was finally making some time to do
something for herself. And she’d seemed happier, more relaxed. But it irked him
that she never gave him details about where she was going.

“Exercise class,” she’d said. “Olivia recommended it.”

“What kind of exercise?”

She’d ignored the question and he’d had to ask again before
she said, “Sort of like a dance class.” Then she’d changed the subject. It
wasn’t like her to be mysterious. One of the things he loved about her was how
direct she was. Always straight with him. No game playing.

He’d decided not to dwell on it until Bill at work had
started talking about how his wife had been taking “art class” for nearly a
year before he’d found out that she was actually having an affair. Eric had
never even considered the possibility of Jess cheating on him. He’d always felt
totally secure in their relationship. He trusted her completely. But the seed
had been planted.
What if she’s really not happy? What if this class or this
teacher is giving her something I’m not?
The thought had turned his
stomach. It still did.
She can’t be cheating on me.

Watching her sleep, he marveled at how young she looked. At
thirty-two she still looked exactly like the twenty-one-year-old girl he’d
fallen for the first time he’d laid eyes on her. If anything she’d gotten
prettier. Features more defined, curves more pronounced. Definitely more
comfortable with her body, as proven by this morning’s activities.

His stomach clenched as he remembered how hard and fast he’d
fallen for her. He’d dated dozens of women, but Jessica was the only one he’d
ever considered marrying. She was the only woman he’d ever loved.

She stirred in her sleep, dragging her leg along his and
stretching before her deep brown eyes fluttered open. A smile tugged at her
lips. “Hey,” she whispered, nuzzling closer and kissing his chest.

“Good nap?” he asked, enjoying the sultry, sleepy look of
her eyes as they drifted open and closed.

“Mmm, very.” Her fingers played with the hair on his belly
as she tilted her head to look into his face. “How long have you been up?”

“Just a few minutes.”

“And you were watching me sleep?”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Couldn’t take my eyes
off you.”

She grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she
studied him. “What were you thinking about?”

Normally he hated that question but this time he wanted to
answer. “The first time we met.”

Her dark brows popped up. “Really? What made you think of
that?”

“You. You’re even more beautiful than you were back then.”

Jessica snorted. “No, seriously.”

“I am serious. You know I was a goner that first night.”

She shook her head, her hair swishing over his arm, against
his chest, sending ripples of electricity across his body. “You were trying to
decide who you had a better chance with, me or Maria.”

Laughter shook him. “That is so not true.”

“Yes it is. That’s why you drove us both home from the
party.”

“No.” Eric twirled a lock of her hair with his finger. He
remembered the night as if it were yesterday. “Maria asked for a ride home. I
offered you one and I racked my brain for excuses to drop her off first so I
could be alone with you.”

Jessica propped herself on her elbow and stared at him. “You
never told me that.”

Eric shrugged. “I didn’t think I’d have to. I assumed you
figured it out that night.”

Her head shook again. “Not at all.”

“How is that possible? Maria lived one street away from me,
you lived on the other side of town. Not to mention that she was hinting she
wanted to be dropped off last and I still brought her home first. You, on the
other hand, wouldn’t even get in the front seat after she got out of the car.”

Jessica giggled, the sound warming him to his core. “I
thought you were just being polite.”

“I thought you wanted to stay as far away from me as
possible. I made the chauffeur joke to save face and give me an excuse to come
around and get your door when we got to your apartment.”

“I liked the chauffeur act. It was charming.”

Eric leaned forward and kissed her. “Charming, eh? Is that
why you let me walk you to your building?”

“No, I let you walk me because it was icy out and I figured
I’d slip and break a leg without someone to hold on to.” Her eyes twinkled with
mischief.

“So you were using me.”

She grinned wider. “Basically. I also wanted an excuse to
hang on to you.”

“Oh did you now?”

Nodding slowly, she brushed her lips against his. “You had
the sexiest forearms I’d ever seen.”

“Forearms?”

She trailed her finger down the length of his arm, tracing
circular patterns on his skin. “What can I say? You have great arms. Muscular,
sinewy, defined.” She curled her hand around his wrist then stroked her way
back up.

“And all this time I thought it was my sparkling wit and
chivalry that won you over.”

“Later, yes. That night I just wanted a chance to feel your
arms.”

“Well, I just wanted a chance to ask you out and give you a
good night kiss.”

She wrapped her leg tighter around his. “And you did both,
as I recall.”

“I did. Never been so nervous asking a girl out in my life.”

Her brow furrowed. “Why? I mean, I’d never met you before
but I’d heard of you. You had tons of girlfriends before me.”

“I was afraid you’d say no and I wanted you so much I didn’t
think I could handle that.”

“I guess you’re lucky I said yes then.”

“I’ve been lucky every day since.”

* * * * *

Eating picnic style on the family room carpet seemed like
the perfect follow-up to their indulgent morning together. Jessica felt more
relaxed than she had in ages. When they’d decided to get out of bed for food,
she’d slipped on a short cotton beach dress with nothing underneath. Eric
looked nothing short of mouth-watering in a t-shirt and black athletic shorts.
His toned arms flexed as he twisted the cork from the bottle of white wine he’d
left chilling in the fridge.

“I still can’t believe you did all this.” Jessica surveyed
the spread. Assorted cheeses, grapes and mixed berries, pâté, crackers, smoked
salmon roulettes, miniature roast beef sandwiches with horseradish spread and
assorted bite-sized cupcakes.

“All I did was order the food.”

“You thought of ordering food. That’s what I appreciate.
This whole day. I’m just—”

Eric looked up as her voice caught, his head tilted, eyes
narrowed with concern. “What?”

“I’m happy.” Tears prickled behind her eyes, threatening to
roll down her cheeks.

Eric’s lips spread into his sexy grin and he set the wine
down, leaning in for a kiss. “Good. You deserve to be happy. And you definitely
deserve to have someone take care of you for a change. I don’t say it often
enough, but you’re an amazing mom. I watch the kids for a day here and there
and it always floors me how you make it all look so easy.”

“It’s not that hard.”

“Yeah, it is. You’re just so good at it you don’t notice. I
wanted to do something special for you.”

“Well, this is doing the trick.” She swiped a grape across a
small cup of mascarpone swirled with jam and popped it in her mouth. The grape
burst as she bit into it, blending its sweetness with the creamy cheese. “So
good.”

Eric poured the wine and handed her a glass before digging
into one of the sandwiches. “Why are these sandwiches so amazing?”

“They use bacon horseradish cheddar.”

“Bacon. I knew there was some other flavor here. They’re
geniuses.”

“You think anyone who can incorporate bacon into a meal is a
genius.”

Eric chuckled. “They are.”

She made a mental note to make him some more bacon-enhanced
treats in the next few weeks.

Since he seemed so content, she decided to ask a question
that had been nagging at her since she’d spied on him the other morning. “Can I
ask you something personal?

Eric stopped mid-chew, then nodded, his brow furrowed. “I
think so.”

“Since I confessed to watching you, I was just wondering,
how often you, well—”

He smiled a tiny bit before he swallowed his bite of roast
beef. “Jerk off?”

She nodded.

Eric shifted so he was sitting directly in front of her. “It
depends.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” She fiddled with a cluster of
grapes.

“I’m not trying to avoid the question, it just varies. On
average? I guess probably once a day.”

That much?
She tried not to let her expression change
but she guessed she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

Eric tucked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up
so she’d look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just. I mean…”She took a deep breath. “Is it
just because you enjoy it or is it because I’m not enough for you?” Her heart
beat in her ears as she waited for an answer.

Eric’s jaw went slack as he stared at her then he snorted.
“Sweetie, you’re more than enough for me. It has nothing to do with you. Guys
jerk off, I jerk off for lots of reasons.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one, yeah, it feels good. In the morning it’s
usually because I woke up horny and if I didn’t I’d have trouble concentrating
at work. At night it’s usually because I’m wound up from the day and need the
tension release.”

Relief washed over her.
It’s not me.
“You do it at
night too?”

“Sometimes, sure,” he said. “Don’t you ever?”

She could feel her cheeks heat. “Sometimes.”

Eric drew his fingers back and forth across her collarbone.
His touch soothed and excited her. “In bed?”

She nodded.

“While I sleep?”

“Sometimes.”

A smile spread across his handsome face. “Me too. Now I feel
like less of a perv.”

Jessica giggled. “Why did you feel like a perv?”

“Because sometimes I jerk off while you’re lying next to me
and I’m half petrified that you’ll wake up catch me and half hoping the exact
same thing. Besides, you look fucking gorgeous while you sleep.”

“You can always wake me, you know.”

His grin widened. “Now I do. Maybe I will.” He leaned in and
kissed her, his lips tingly from the spice of the horseradish.

“I love you, Eric.”

“Best husband you’ve ever had, right?”

“Hands down.”

Eric put the food in the fridge while Jessica headed off to
load the washing machine because “three kids’ worth of dirty clothes may not be
sexy but it’s not gonna wash itself either.”

Just as he shoved the last bit of the leftovers into the
cheese drawer the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” he called.

Heading toward the door he saw the College Pro Landscapers
truck in the driveway. Adam Grayson, their lawn guy, stood on the doorstep,
scribbling on a clipboard. He looked surprised and a little disappointed to see
Eric at the door.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Carlson. Just here for the fall cleanup.
Anything special you need me to do?”

Eric shook his head. “Just the usual.”

“You got it,” Adam said, making more notes on his paper.
“Just look over the checklist and sign at the bottom. I’ll send the bill next
week.”

Eric scanned the sheet of paper. He couldn’t help but notice
Adam attempting to scan the inside of the house. Probably wondering where Jess
was. Eric had seen him talking to Jess before and it was more than obvious the
kid had a crush on her. Not that Eric could blame him.

“On second thought, the bushes along the house need some
trimming. Especially the ones in the back. The branches are scraping the
windows whenever it’s windy.”

“Sure thing. Just check the box next to pruning.” He pointed
and Eric ticked the small square before signing the bottom.

“All set.”

“Thanks. You taking the day off work?”

“I am.”

“You sure picked a good day to do it, probably one of the
last warm days we’ll have before fall sets in.”

“Yeah, but I’m spending it inside. Wanted to spend a day
with my wife.”

Adam’s eyes shot to his, cheeks turning red high on his
cheekbones. “Nice. Hope you enjoy it.”

“Don’t worry. We will. You have a good day too, Adam.”

Eric closed the door and walked straight to the laundry room
where Jessica was loading the last of the clothes into the washer.

“Lawn guy?” she asked.

“Yep. Poor kid. Seemed pretty bummed that it was me at the
door instead of you.”

Jessica giggled. “Yeah, right.”

Eric came up behind her, placing his hands on her small
waist. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his crotch. He sighed as
he nuzzled the back of her neck. “Can’t say I blame him. I bet it’s one of the
highlights of his week to stop here and talk to you.”

“That’s flattering, but kind of silly. There are a lot of
hot MILFs in this town but I don’t think I qualify.”

Eric smoothed his hands over the curve of her hips then ran
them around to cup her breasts. Both nipples stiffened beneath his palms. “You
can’t be serious. Do you really have no idea how sexy you are?”

He felt her shiver as he nibbled her earlobe, his now hard
cock still pressed firmly against her shapely butt. “I’m glad you think I’m
sexy. But Hottie McLawn Guy is another matter.”

Hottie?
He should have known she’d think that. Adam
was a good-looking guy in the shy understated way Eric knew appealed to a lot
of women. Adorkable was the word they always used. “So he’s hot, is he?”

“A little thin for my taste, but he’s a cute kid.”

He liked hearing her call him a kid even though Adam had to
be at least twenty-two. Kid made him seem nonthreatening. Not competition, just
some guy who had the same excellent taste in women. “What do you say we make
that kid’s day with a little afternoon show?”

Eric’s heart raced as he waited to hear her response.

Jessica froze against him but he continued his caresses. One
hand massaged her breast while the other skimmed her belly down to the tempting
space between her legs. He pressed the soft cotton of her dress against her
mound, rubbing slowly. Her shoulders moved against his chest and he felt her
breath hitch. “What do you mean show?”

He tugged at her earlobe with a soft nip before whispering,
“I mean, he’s working the backyard. Right outside that window. If he happened
to look in he might see us.”

Jessica exhaled and Eric pressed his hand on her belly,
drawing her tighter against his cock as he continued rubbing against her. “We
can’t do that,” she whispered, but he noticed she didn’t pull away.

“We can do anything we want. This is our house. And it’s our
decadent day, remember?” He reached past her, closed the lid to the washer and
pulled the knob to start the machine.

Jess moaned and he pushed her gently against the now
vibrating machine. “Eric.”

“Yes?” He returned his mouth to her neck, nibbling his way
down to her shoulder.

“What if he’s by the window?”

“Then he’s in for a real treat.” He slipped his hand up her
thigh, lifting her dress as he caressed her bare skin. Stepping back just
enough to allow his hand to slip between them, he eased his fingers along her.
Slick hot flesh greeted him. “I think this idea appeals to you a little more
than you’re willing to admit.”
Jesus. So wet.
His balls tingled, growing
heavier by the second.

She exhaled sharply as he teased a finger along her swollen
slit, pressing her tighter against the washer as it chugged and shook.

“Did I ever tell you about Mrs. Milano?”

“Who?”

“She was the sexiest woman I worked for in my College Pro
days.”

Jessica gasped as he slipped one finger inside her, then
two, stroking with slow, gentle passes that muddled her thoughts. “I forgot you
were a lawn boy.”

“Three summers. And there wasn’t a single day at her house
that I didn’t hope I’d see her doing something sexy. If I’d have gotten to
watch her fuck on a washing machine I’d have thought I’d died and gone to
heaven.”

Arching her neck, she rubbed her head against his chest,
then reached behind her and grabbed Eric’s ass, hard. “And you wouldn’t care.
If he watched?”

“Watched you come while I make love to you? Hell, no. He
knows you’re mine.”

“I am yours. I’m all yours.”

Fingers were no longer good enough. Eric needed to be inside
her. He tugged down his shorts. His thick cock sprang free, eagerly seeking any
contact with her warm body. Jessica’s ass vibrated from the shaking of the
washer as he pressed his length against her. Grasping her hips with both hands,
he ground against her then bent his knees, positioning himself at her opening.

“Now, Eric. Please.”

Hearing her pant the request was more than he could stand
and with one fluid motion he entered her. Slippery wetness surrounded him.
“Jesus, Jess. You’re so hot.”

Laughter shook her. “It’s the washer. It’s a warm wash.”

The metal against his legs still felt cool but the lid of
the machine had grown toasty. He didn’t know if it was from the temperature of
the water inside or the transfer of heat from her body and he didn’t care.
Moving in and out of her, his only thought was of making her come.

“Feels. So. Good.” Her voice, halted and shaky, let him know
how close she was.

He moved slower, easing in and out of her, grinding her
against the washer on every inward thrust. “Breathe.”

He felt her draw a deep breath. As she exhaled he swiveled
against her more precisely. Pride welled inside him as he felt her orgasm take
hold. Her inner muscles clenched around his erection. He slid his hand between
them to grasp the base of his cock and keep himself from coming. Not yet. He
wasn’t done yet.

Jessica lay panting, bent over the washer. Eric slowly
withdrew. Slipping his arm around her, he turned her then lifted her onto the
machine.

His mouth found hers. Sweet from the cupcakes, salty from
sweat. Easily the best thing he’d tasted all day. Jessica lazily sucked on his
lower lip, making him all the more aware that he’d yet to come. His cock
twitched against her thigh. “You up for another round?”

She nodded and he tugged her to the edge of the machine. Her
legs wrapped around him as he tilted her hips and slid inside her again.

Groaning, her head rolled back, baring her lovely neck. He
nipped his way from her collarbone to her ear, breathing in her sweet, dense
aroma. The sound of a weed whacker roaring into action startled both of them.
Jessica tensed, gaze darting toward the nearby window.

Eric’s heart pounded so hard he wondered if it was visible.

“What if he goes by the window?” she whispered, as if
someone other than him could hear.

“Then he’ll have a clearer view of heaven.” He kissed her,
hard, willing her with his lips, his mind, his slow and steady movement in and
out of her. All he wanted was to keep going. Her hesitation was evident.
Stay
with me. Please.
His tongue worked hers in deep circles.

Warm fingers slid across his back to the base of his neck as
she tightened her legs around him.

That’s it.
He moved his hips with more determination,
his hands drawing her flush against him with each thrust. As if it were on his
side, the washing machine hit the spin cycle, sending the machine and them into
a frenzied vibration.

Senses overloaded, Eric tried to concentrate.
Jessica.
His lips slid down to her chest and he took one taut nipple in his mouth,
sucking rhythmically then flicking his tongue until he felt her start to
contract around his cock.

The whir of machinery filled the air but all Eric could hear
was Jessica panting, his heart pounding. He couldn’t recall a time his cock had
felt harder. Every inch tight. Full. The rattling hum of the washer tingled
through his balls as they drew up firm against his body.

Jessica’s fingers clasped his shoulders, digging into his
flesh as she cried out, stilling for one second before pulsating all around
him. Her muscles clenched and released around his erection as her heels pressed
into his ass.

His only thought was of coming. Stroking faster, he braced
himself, passing the point of no return. He no longer cared who could be
watching or what they might see, all he wanted was release.

“Come on me.” Jessica’s voice surprised him.

“What?”

“I want to see you come.” Her eyes were dark and lusty, her
chest still heaving from her own orgasm, her lips irresistibly puffy from
kissing. She could have asked him to eat glass at that moment and he’d have
agreed.

Without further thought, he pulled out, hand instinctively
wrapping around his swollen shaft. The sight of her staring at him only
increased his urgency. So wanton. So focused. As if she was mesmerized. Three
quick pumps into his fist was all it took. The first burst rocketed out of him,
shooting straight to her breast. Pleasure tore through him, intense enough his
knees shook. Thick ribbons of cum streaked across her belly.

For a second he thought he might actually pass out. The
washer chugged to a halt beneath Jess, quieting the room while the weed whacker
continued to whir outside the window. Feeling a sudden need for privacy, Eric
grabbed a folded towel off the dryer. He wrapped it around Jess then yanked his
shorts back up. “Hang on, Mrs. Carlson.” He hoisted her up, her legs snug
around him.

Thankful the family room was so close by, he collapsed with
Jess on the wide sofa.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” Jessica’s eyes were
still wide.

He scanned her face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Better than okay. That was amazing.”

Thank God.
He kissed her, soft and slow, feeling her
relax alongside him. She hitched a leg over his hip. “You sure know how to
celebrate.”