Love (Uncivilized 1.5)

Moira snorts in disbelief and says exactly what I expect. "Well, welcome to my world, Zach. Now you know how I feel most of the time."

And fuck... I knew that would pack a punch, leaving an empty hole in the middle of my chest that immediately fills with guilt, but I didn't expect it to almost knock the strength from my legs. Suddenly, I feel bone tired, helpless, and out of control. I scrub both hands through my hair and turn away from my wife so she doesn't see that bit of vulnerability.

Immediately, I feel her hands on me... lightly on my lower back and then circling around my stomach. She presses her body up against mine, soft breasts resting against my back, and I can feel her cheek touch my shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and that makes me feel even guiltier.

I spin around, catch her face firmly, and bend down until we're almost nose to nose. "Don't. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who's being a jackass."

"But you're a cute jackass," she says impishly. "And you're my jackass."

I can't help it. This woman just gets me.

Gets to me.

In the best fucking way.

Chuckling, I pull her in hard, hug the breath out of her, and rest my chin on her head. "Christ... I'm sorry. All I've been thinking about all day is you in that green bra and panties, straddling me... getting ready to ride my cock, and I've been desperate to get home to be with you."

"We've still got time tonight, baby," she says soothingly.

But that's not true. By the time the pizza gets here, we entertain our guest, and then get the kids ready for bed and down... I know without a doubt what will happen.

What happens almost every other night.

We'll be too tired to do anything but a quick, fumbled fuck where we'll fall into a deep, exhausted sleep immediately after.

Again.

"I'll send Josh home," Moira says suddenly in an attempt to give me something she can see I really need. "We'll shove some PB&Js down the kids' throats and lock them in their rooms. I can be naked and in the bed in about fifteen minutes."

I can't help it. I laugh at the thought of my wife kicking Josh out, running around like crazy all so I can do dirty things to her all night. God, I love this woman.

Shaking my head, I lean down to kiss her. "No, let's go be good hosts to your intern. He seems nice and deserves your freshly ordered pizza, I suppose."

"He is nice," Moira says as she grins up at me. "You'll like him."

I cock a skeptical eyebrow at her. He's young, clearly brilliant, and good looking. I'm betting he's single. My kids like him, and he works in close proximity to my hot-as-hell wife. I don't like him at all, but I keep that to myself.

"And besides," Moira continues on with a mischievous sparkle. "He doesn't have any family here, so I invited him to spend Thanksgiving dinner with us next week."

"You did?" I ask tightly, but I maintain what I think is a jovial smile on my face. There goes another intimate family dinner.

"Yup. And I invited Lila today before I left your office," she says with an even bigger, more mischievous grin on her face. "I think they'd make a cute couple, don't you?"

I blink at my wife in awe. "You're trying to set Josh and Lila up?"

"Well, I am a romantic at heart, and not everyone can have what you and I have, but we can at least help people to be somewhat happy. I think they'd really like each other."

"You're too much," I tell her sincerely. "And I'm a romantic too. I left you some flowers on the couch."

She laughs at me, eyes sparkling with love and appreciation not just from my efforts, but because I let her turn me around. I let Moira take me from my funk and annoyance, and I let her do what she does best.

Remind me what a lucky man I am.

Chapter 9

Moira

The alarm jolts me out of a sound, exhausted sleep and because I don't want to wake Zach up, my arm slings out with the precision of a marching drill platoon and cleanly hits the off button.

Holding still, I listen in the dark to make sure Zach wasn't disturbed. I hear nothing and start to peel the covers back so I can ease out of bed.

I'm stopped when Zach's arm snakes around my stomach and hauls me back into his body. "Mornin'," he says sleepily as he nuzzles into my neck. I can feel him start to grow hard against my ass.

I squirm in his hold and attempt to push out of his grasp. "Go back to sleep," I whisper. "I know you're exhausted, and I have to get the turkey ready."

His hold merely tightens as he grinds into me. "I missed you."

I go still, bring my arms up over his, and squeeze him back. "I missed you too."

For a full five seconds, I let him cuddle me, because he's been gone for the past three days on a business trip to New York and didn't get in until long after I had fallen asleep last night. But then I start to pull out of his grasp. "But I've got so much stuff to do to get ready for today, so you go back to sleep and I'll come wake you up later."

His hold tightens even further, and I struggle between being annoyed and charmed. God, what I wouldn't give to just lay here and snuggle in deep with my husband. I've missed him so much these past few days. Knowing he's hard for me now makes me horny as all get out, but I also am feeling the stress of a massive Thanksgiving dinner that has to get done. I set my alarm for five AM, having precisely timed how long it would take me to prepare the turkey, stuff it, and get it in the oven before I moved on to the other multitude of things that needed to be done before we sat down to eat at two with our guests.

Zach suddenly releases me and I don't let the reprieve slide, jetting out of the bed before I'm tempted to let my husband have his way with me. In the dark, I make my way carefully out of the room so he can get some more rest and silently pad like a stealthy ninja chef into the kitchen.

I had set most everything out last night, so I'd stick to my schedule. Squatting down, I reach into the back of a lower cupboard to pull out my roaster. As I rise, I'm startled by Zach's hands going around my waist.

"Zach," I say with my heart beating a million times a minute. "What are you doing? Go back to bed. I know you're exhausted."

"Not exhausted," he says as he leans to the side to kiss my neck. "I'm horny."

To emphasize the point, he presses his cock into my backside, pulling back on my hips so I get the full effect. Instantly, I'm horny again too.

But I'm also a pragmatist.

"Baby," I say, trying to keep the moan out of my voice. "I love you, but I have a million and one things to do to get ready."

"I'll help you after I fuck you," he says, leaning the other way to kiss the opposite side of my neck. One palm moves from hip to breast, where he squeezes gently.

"Mmmmm." My head falls backward, and I make a weak attempt to pull away from him.

"I've been gone, missing my wife and kids, and haven't had sex with you in four days," Zach murmurs as his other hand slides across my lower stomach before diving down into my pajama bottoms. His fingers inch under the waistband of my panties and glide south with purpose.

He immediately hits my clit hard, and because I know my husband so well, that means he wants to hit me hard and fast. He's fueled by desperation, and this is going to be a skin-slapping session. I know Cannon will sleep through any sounds, and if Jaime happens to wake up, she's at least too young to understand and can't get out of her crib yet, so we won't get caught.

With that thought, and the knowledge my husband says he'll help me cook, it means I'm all in.

My hand comes up, dives into my pajamas bottoms, and covers Zach's own, urging him to go rougher on me.

"Yeah, baby," he says encouragingly over my capitulation. "You want this, don't you?"

"So much," I pant as he rubs my wetness all around in tight circles.

"I've got this fantasy," he growls with his lips against my ear and his finger fluttering fast against my clit. "After everyone's gone home today, and the kids go to sleep, I'm going to lay you out on the dining room table, s

pread cranberry sauce all over your pussy, and have my own Thanksgiving feast."

I can see it as clear as day, my dirty, uncivilized man doing that to me, and the thought is too much to bear with his finger moving so expertly against me. I viciously explode, crying out a pained sob of release fueled hotter and brighter by his dirty-talking ways.

"Fuck," he groans as he pulls his hand free and tears at my pajama bottoms and panties to drag them down my legs. "I'm so hard right now it hurts."

"Hurry," I breathe out unevenly.

He pulls back slightly, and I can see him in my mind pushing his boxers down to release that massive cock that I love. My cock. Mine, mine, mine.