“Really, Donovan.” She rolls her eyes and takes the box from Scott. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he says and backs away quickly.
“Tell everyone I said hello and I’ll see them in a few weeks.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Scott rushes to say as he darts to his mail truck and takes off.
“You don’t have to work,” I say to her, and she pats me on the chest. It goes a long way to soothe my jealousy, but I’m still not over it. I don’t think I’ll ever want to share my bride.
“I don’t work.” She smiles at me indulgently. “It’s just seasonal help to get them through the worst of the holidays. Besides, it just means that when I’m not here you can think about ways to love me when I come home.”
“You act like I don’t already do that.” We walk in the house, and I put the knife down on the kitchen counter. “Come here.”
She puts her package down on the counter and comes right to my open arms without hesitation. I grab her ass, pulling her tight against me, and she hums her pleasure.
“I’m never happy about sharing you.” I bury my face in her neck, and she sighs.
“I know, and I love it.”
“Just tell that Scott kid to watch his back.” She smacks my chest, and I grunt.
“Donovan, he's old enough to be my kid.”
“Maybe he’s got a mommy fetish like I do.” She giggles this time when I nip at her ear and pick her up.
“You’re a beast.”
“You love me,” I tell her as I carry her into the bedroom.
“I do, and you love me.”
“Forever,” I tell her and she nods in agreement.
“Forever.”