Second Time Around (4 page)

“Oh, I knew about it all along, but somehow there never seemed to be the right time or the right moment to tell you about it.” I feel sad, but he senses it, and cuddles me. “I should have…We could wasted far less time.”

“And I had other priorities all the time. Bloody jobs. Promotions. All that crap that I hate now.” It feels good to admit that to myself as much as to James.

“Come and work for me instead. We’re doing well, expanding, I could do with a top-notch office manager, and I can’t think of anyone better for the job than you.”

I think about it. Not sure. Perhaps I want everything to change.

“Or if you don’t fancy that, you can always be a gardener’s assistant and come out with me on jobs.” He kisses my hair, and I have a feeling this might be the option he prefers. It seems weird to me, but it’s a change, and a seed of real curiosity germinates. “It’s physical…wheelbarrowing earth around, sweeping up leaves, planting out under my supervision.”

We’re lying like spoons, and he moves against me and brushes my sore bottom with his hip, his thigh…and his erection. I melt all over again, longing to be fucked.

“And I’m a hard taskmaster, Willa,” he breathes against my skin, cupping my bottom cheek with his hand and making me squeak. “If you don’t pull your weight, I might have to punish you. And you know what that leads to afterward, don’t you?”

I’m moving against him now, stirring the fire in my punished buttocks and the desire between my legs. Boldly, my traveling hand reaches back and grasps his penis. I think vaguely about gardens and soil and sweeping and leaves, and as we start to make love again, I look forward to learning about them. From James.

Yes, this time around, I’ll let my husband be the boss. Well, at least sometimes…

“We’ll work it out, Willa,” he purrs, and I feel him shake his head, then smile against my neck as he reads my mind.

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Second Time Around

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