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Her intense shudder from my whisper pushes my cock to the limit, already straining in my pants in agony of being so close yet not inside of her. I find her mouth and kiss her hard, ignoring Louis’s sounds of disgust and protest from his parents making out in front of him. Only allowing her to pull away when she laughs too hard for me to ravish her any longer, I give her a swat on her perfect ass for being too fucking beautiful to stand. “I love you.”
When she looks back at me over her shoulder and winks, I almost lose my shit, needing to bend her over the sofa and fuck her until she cries for mercy. Instead, I muster all my restraint and stride to the kitchen. Focusing on the timer that now beeps for attention. My own ass gets a pat after I yank open the oven door. She takes advantage of the opportunity to torment me, well aware I’m defenseless because if she thinks I’m going to fuck around when there’s a possibility of her or our son getting burned, she knows better.
“I love you too.”
Her whisper blows against my shirt with an embrace around my waist and a kiss to my back. The little tease goads me with another smirk as she breezes behind me to pour our drinks. Just asking for me to punish her for her obvious insolence yet aware I can’t do anything. Yet. In two hours, my wife will be reminded how much I fucking love her defiance.
“Wait, mommy!”
Pride wells in my chest from Louis racing straight to her and pressing his adamant hands against her stomach, keeping her from carrying the glasses to the table. Shielding her from the potential danger with the heat still billowing across the room as I pull out the roasting pan.
“It’s too hot for you. Stay here.”
Mimicking me in the best way possible, my son protects her just like I do. Just like he should with his mother and hopefully his future wife. Now she thinks we’re both overprotective, which is absolutely fine. I can stand her thinking we’re obsessive because her belief proves I’m doing what needs to be done. Although somehow he earns a hair ruffle instead of an eye roll from our mutual worry. That’s okay. She and I will have fun later when she pays for that transgression too.