Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(48)

Good thing, too, because he was exhausted. He wasn’t a horny teenager anymore, able to get it up in a stiff breeze.

It took them both a few minutes to start moving. “If we don’t get moving,” she mumbled, “we’ll be spending the night on this couch. And I don’t think my back will appreciate that.”

“Or mine.” He sat up, pulling her close and kissing her. “I love you so much, baby. You have no idea.”

She smiled. “I do. Because I love you, too.” She winced. “But I’m getting too old to be f*cking on a couch like a teenager.”

He stood, offering her a hand to help her up. As they started gathering their clothes, she said, “We should have put a shower in.”

He stared at the new bathroom. “Dammit. Why didn’t we?”

She poked him in the chest. “Because you and our esteemed landlord didn’t think of it.”

“Ugh.”

“There you two go, mastering wrong,” she teased. She blew a kiss at him over her shoulder as she headed for the doorway.

He smiled. “I can’t be doing too badly if you’ve put up with me all these years,” he called after her.

She didn’t turn. “Take me home, Mister Master. Our bed called. It’s lonely and wants some attention.”

He chuckled as he started following her.

I’m glad I married the right woman.




THE END