“Okay—not a word about MJ, Luke Henry, or Hudson until we return to Sydney on Sunday afternoon.”

“That’s my girl.”

We spend our first afternoon on the beach and then go into town for dinner at our favorite restaurant before returning to the house. Since making the decision to get away with L, I’ve been counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds until I could have her without distractions or interruptions by the kids.

We’re barely through the front door when I pull her into my arms to kiss her. It begins slow and romantic but quickly escalates to heated and urgent. For once, the urgency isn’t because one of the kids could start crying and interrupt us at any minute. “Tell me what you want, L.”

She pulls back and touches my bottom lip with her finger. “To slow down. We’re always in a rush and I’d like to take our time so we can enjoy one another.”

She’s right. Since the kids came along, I usually only operate in jackrabbit speed, but with good reason. Eight out of ten times, we’re going to be interrupted by one of the three. It’s like they were all born with some kind of sensor enabling them to cock-block me. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Trust me. I want to enjoy having you all to myself.”

“It’s okay. I get it.” She splays her hands on my chest and watches them as they move down. “I bought something new to wear for you.”

Fuck, yeah. I was hoping she would. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen her in something hot and sexy. She may want to take this slow but it doesn’t mean we can’t get started as soon as possible. I lean down and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder to carry her into the bedroom. “Jack Henry, I can’t believe you.”

I set her feet on the floor once we’re in the bedroom and grab her bum to pull her against me. I hover my mouth over her ear. “I’m ready to be inside you so don’t keep me waiting too long while you change.”

“Will you light the bedroom candles while I change?”

“I will do anything you tell me to.”

She grabs my face and pulls me in for a quick kiss. “I won’t be long, caveman.”

I watch her disappear into the bathroom and then begin my task of lighting the bedroom candles. There are three, giving the room the perfect amount of illumination while setting the perfect romantic ambience. Even I feel lovey-dovey looking at the candlelit canopy bed, flowing sheers kissing the floor. It’s a reminder for me to make love to L because it’s what she wants, not to fuck her hard and fast … unless it’s what she wants later and I’ll be very willing to oblige.

I’m undressing when L comes out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a red lace slip—not one of her usual colors but it should be because she looks hot as hell in it. Her tits look fantastic, even after nursing our three kids. She’s wearing a mischievous grin and I know why when she turns to show me the ruffles over her bum. She shimmies a little before she asks, “Like it much?”

Fuck, she looks amazing. My cock immediately rises to tent the only thing I’m still wearing—my boxer briefs. “You look so fucking hot, babe. Come ’ere.”

“Wait. I want the mood to be perfect for what I have in mind.” She walks over to the nightstand and picks up her phone. My girl loves to set the pace with music so I’m certain she’ll choose something slow—and it’s a good idea. Otherwise I might forget I shouldn’t rush this.

The song begins and I recognize it as one I’ve heard her singing. It’s a slow, romantic song she composed for Southern Ophelia—inspired by our love—but it’s my first time hearing them perform it.

“It’s beautiful.” I hold my arms out to her. “Come to me.”

I watch her slink ever so slowly in my direction. Her movement, each step she takes, seduces my mind and body. I must remind myself of what I’m to do—take my time and enjoy Laurelyn. My wife. My lover. My American girl and partner in life. The mother of my children.

I place one hand at her lower back and cradle her face with my other. She leans into it and covers the top with her own, closing her eyes and appearing as though she’s completely savoring the feel of my skin against hers. “The simple touch of your hand against my face is still enough to melt my panties right off my body.”

“All you have to do is breathe and I want to slide your knickers off.” I reach beneath her red lace slip to feel what kind she’s wearing and I get two handfuls of cheek with a tiny strip of fabric up the middle. “Mmm … I love your sweet cheeks in a G.” I hoist her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She does and I move to the bed, depositing her in the middle. I begin at her ankles and kiss my way up her body as I crawl over her. Her body still looks amazing after three babies. She occasionally voices a concern about the stretch marks she got with the twins but they’re low on her abdomen and minimal. I don’t see them when I look at her. She’s perfect to me.

I push her slip up when I get to her hips and look at the tiny scrap of knickers covering her in the front. I put the heel of my palm against her pubic bone and lower it. The lace at her crotch is warm and already wet, so it takes every bit of strength I have to not shove it over and bury myself deep inside her.

I glide my fingers under the elastic waistband and tug. She lifts her bum and I bite the red lace triangle with my teeth, dragging it down her legs. “Oh God.”

I toss her knickers and migrate up her body slowly. When we’re face to face, I cradle her cheeks with both of my hands. “I love you, pretty girl.”

“And I love you, caveman.”

She brings her legs up around my waist and wiggles beneath me until I’m positioned at her drenched opening. “I was planning to go down on you.”

She shakes her head. “Later. Right now, I want you inside me.”

She squeezes her legs to coax me closer and I glide in slowly. I push her legs back, bending them out and she tilts her hips. I thrust in and out several times and she meets each one, bringing me deeper inside her. “Oh, L. This is where I love to be—buried so deep we become one with no beginning and no end.”

I move my hand to where we’re joined and briefly enjoy feeling myself sliding in and out of her before I seek out her clit. We may be making love instead of fucking hard, but I’m still making sure my girl comes.

She moans when I find the spot and I circle it with my fingers. “Does that feel good?”