Celebrate in Bed

*Anna*

Grant’s face is alarming, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him enough that he doesn’t want to celebrate the passing of the baton from Grandma Trudy to him.

Right now, the only baton I’m thinking about is the one between his legs.

I stand before him completely naked and let him admire what he sees. His smile says it all. I can’t get his clothing off him fast enough. I start with his tie while he strips his jacket off, but when I reach for the buttons on his shirt, he grabs hold of the top and rips. All the buttons go flying, we both laugh, but then I press my hands to his smooth chest, and I’m not laughing anymore. His chiseled muscles ripple down to his abs. Below that, the bulge in his pants lets me know how excited he is, and I need him even more.

I climb onto the bed and move back, watching him unbutton his pants, tug down the zipper, and slip them over his hips, along with his briefs. God, my husband is so unbelievably hot. My fingers slide down my stomach and between my