I lifted the dress above her waist and fought to get ahold of her panties, “Just hold the edge of the tailgate.”“I can’t believe you’re going to fuck me in the garage – just like Ripp and that unicorn girl story he told us about,” Kace muttered.I shook my head and chuckled, “Fine, let’s go in the house.”“No, I like it,” she responded as she bent over and gripped the edge of the truck’s lowered tailgate.It seemed as if Kace and I had no more than got our relationship going, and she was pregnant. The pregnancy had ups and downs sexually speaking, and then the baby was born. After the birth of the baby, there was an eight week wait until we could have sex again. Now we could have sex whenever we wanted, and Kace wanted it all day every day. The only thing preventing us from fucking like a couple of lab rabbits was the fact we had a child attached to one or the other of our hips almost twenty four hours a day.Today, Ripp and Vee took Casey and Jessie to the park. Kace and I got into t

"Could I offer either of you a drink?” Daniel asked, taking a seat on the sofa across from them.“No, thank you.” Eleanor let him speak for her. “I really must be going. My flight leaves in three hours.”“Back to Rome again?” Daniel asked.“Again,” he said, sounding tired of it all.“I’ll walk you out.”Usually he would never leave her without a long and intimate goodbye. But this time he merely stood, brushed a finger gently across her cheek and chin, and left her alone in the room. She waited on the floor although she desperately wanted to run after him and beg him to take her with him. But she was far too well-trained to break a submissive posture for the sole purpose of engaging in what she knew would be a futile emotional outburst.After a few moments, Daniel returned to the drawing room. He said nothing at first and Eleanor could only keep her silence and her eyes lowered.“Please, sit,” he said, his voice kind and quietly amused. “In a chair.”“Oh, a chair. How extraordinarily

“Are you ready?” Daniel asked and sat his glass on the table next to his chair.She counted to ten before answering. She knew the answer at “one” but the little feminine pride she had made her wait nine more seconds.“Yes.”If Daniel was pleased by her response, his face didn’t show it. His expression was inscrutable.He sat forward in his chair. Eleanor studied him as he moved. It seemed he was looking only at his own right hand. He fanned his fingers out, gazed at his own palm. His hand curled tight into a fist. But it was the sound of his fingers snapping, loud and unexpectedly sharp, that really demanded her attention. He snapped and pointed at the floor. She responded with well-trained obedience, rising off the rug and kneeling again at his feet.She inhaled as he laid a hand on the side of her face. His thumb caressed her cheek.“I won’t kiss you if that makes you uncomfortable.”“To be honest, I think not kissing would make it worse.”“Honest,” he repeated. “Yes, be honest. It’

Eleanor awoke the next morning and heard the faint but reassuring hum that indicated the power had been restored to the house. She showered and dressed and scrounged for breakfast in the grand but near-empty kitchen. Still...although the kitchen felt abandoned, something told her she wasn’t alone in the house. Last night’s snow had been far too thick and heavy for the roads to be safely passable yet. Once her stomach was comfortably full, she began a cursory exploration. Ears attuned to the slightest sound, she paused outside a closed door near the backside of the house and heard the unmistakable sound of books sliding across a shelf.She let loose a wolf whistle as she entered. The library was far larger inside than the unobtrusive door had presaged and was stocked with row after row, case after case of books. Enough books to start her own bookstore.“I knew I heard books,” she said to no one in particular.“You hear books?” Daniel’s lightly sarcastic voice came from the far left co

“God I love a man who reads,” she breathed and laid her head on the desk, spent.* * *The sex out of their system—for the movement, at least—Eleanor and Daniel made diligent progress on his library. Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order.Sometimes they talked as they worked: Eleanor learned about Daniel’s childhood in Canada, the source of his imperviousness to New England winters, and Eleanor confessed her frustration with her lack of ambition. She wanted, in theory, to do more than work in a bookstore but was so happy, most of the time, with him that she couldn’t bring herself to make any sort of profound change.“Contentment can be the enemy,” Daniel agreed and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the contentment while it lasts. It won’t last forever.”Eleanor shivered at the bitter truth of his wo