Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Honey,” he gasped, breaking the kiss to gulp for air, staring down at me with molten eyes, just as turned on as I was. “Not that I’m not into this because I’m always fuckin’ into this, but please tell me what the hell happened.”
“I will,” I whispered, kissing along his jaw. “After.”
“After is good,” he teased, carrying me up the stairs, not needing to set me down.
In our room he put me on the bed, and I lay there and watched him peel off the sweater and toss it aside and then toe off his shoes and then start on his pants. Miles of smooth skin and the chest hair that now had a few silver strands in it and the carved abdomen that had never been anything but a work of art.
“You need to be getting naked,” he commanded, and I heard how deep and gruff his voice was getting as he stared at me.
It was always a revelation, that he looked at me and saw that which he craved. I was not only the love of Sam Kage’s life, but his one desire. The tears came before I even realized what was happening.
“Oh, what the hell,” he rumbled, and I was driven down onto the bed under him and then rolled to my side, into his arms, crushed to his massive chest. “Talk now.”
I took a breath. “I’m sure there were lots of people at that party who were happy, but I didn’t hear any. They were worried about affairs and a work wife, and they didn’t agree about where their kids should be or who they should be dating or––”
“And this has what to do with you?” he asked, stroking my back, my hair, the cuddling almost hotter than the kiss.
“I just—I’m so lucky, and I think I don’t tell you often enough, and sometimes it’s good to have a reality check and––”
“Has it occurred to you that people have hard times at different places in their lives?"
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that we had all our crap at the beginning. We didn’t have the storybook beginning where we fell in love and things were great. We had misunderstandings and a tangled-up mess, and we were apart and then back together, and things were up and down for a long time until somewhere in there, after I was promoted and you got your business on solid ground, everything just sort of settled.”
“Settled?” I said miserably.
“Not like I settled, or you settled, but like things got calm and went from pretty good to great to even better to how they are now, which is fuckin’ fantastic.”
“Yeah? You think your life is fantastic?”
“My life is amazing because of you and my kids. I have everything I could ever want.”
I cried a bit, and he laughed into my hair, and his hand slid down over my ass, and I realized that I was about to be comforted in other ways.
As I stripped out of my clothes, and he ditched his pants and underwear, we both slid under the covers together.
“My life is so perfect, Sam. What if you get bored because it never goes off the rails?”
He grunted as he kissed down the side of my neck, parting my thighs to settle between them. “You’re never boring,” he rumbled as he slid his length along mine.
I arched up off the bed, the gasp tearing out of my throat.
“And besides, I’m sure there’ll be something. Thanksgiving is coming, always lots of family drama then.”
He was not wrong.
“But for now…let’s just be thankful that we have each other.”
“I am.”
“I know you are, baby,” he said before he kissed me.
That’s it for this month; see you in December.
DECEMBER 2018
Hello, all, Jory Harcourt here to answer all your holiday questions and get this season kicked off right!
DEAR JORY:
During the holiday season my husband and I can sometimes feel disconnected with all that we do for kids and parents and the parties and everything else. Is there a way to make sure that romance stays alive besides presents or the forced kiss on New Year’s?
Jory: There are a lot of ways to keep intimacy alive during the holidays. Experimentation can be helpful. I myself recently tried nyotaimori, because I thought it would be something fun for me and my husband to––
Dylan: Ohmygod, Jory, I can promise you that you and Sam are not the two people on my Christmas card list who need to worry about intimacy.
Chris: What is nyo-whatever?
Jory: Why are you two in here, and why are you reading over my shoulder?
Dylan: Because it’s fun? Is that really a question?
Jory: Just go back out there with Sam and wait for—
Dylan: For your information, Christopher, nyotaimori is where you eat sushi off naked women, though I guess you could eat it off men too if you got a big enough covering for the penis or––