Page 59 of Beauty and the Bosshole

Martine smiles warmly at Teagan. “Of course, if that’s what you’d like,mon cheri.”

My laptop has gone quiet, and I glance over to find Nina and Leon kissing, or rather clawing at each other like love-starved teenagers, and Lena watches intently.

I lunge over to the laptop. “Bye, Nanna and Pops!”

Nina breaks away from the kiss and waves at the screen. Her lipstick is smudged, and she’s breathless. “Tell that son of mine to stop working so hard and drink your celery juice.”

I flip the lid of the laptop down just as Leon’s hands slide into the top of Nina’s silk snakeskin-patterned trousers.

Lena stares at me for a moment, and I hope she’s not going to ask why Pops was eating Nanna’s face off.

But she only climbs down from the sofa and waddles over to Martine.

Soon, Martine has the girls out of the house, and I’m left alone with my cats. But it’s a different pussy that needs stroking.

The third trimester always makes me horny, and I haven’t seen my husband all day. It’s time I did something about that.

It’s a warm afternoon, and just the thought of my husband has my skin heating. I undo the top two buttons of my blouse, knowing he can’t resist my milk-swollen breasts. Opening my device case, I pull out the slick metal vibrator and attach my favorite round head. I switch it to pulse mode and lay the cool metal against my skin in the crevice between my breasts.

The effect is instant. The pulse travels down my body, sending shockwaves to every nerve center. My core tightens, and a needy ache tugs at my lower belly.

It’s definitely time to find my husband.

With my device pressed to my skin, I stroll through the house, taking a detour through Reese’s home office.

He’s on a call as I push open the door and stroll in, trailing the device over the skin of my chest.

“We’ll need to keep the…” his voice trails off mid-sentence when he sees me.

I tilt my head to one side and give him a lazy look as I move through his office. I let the device trail down to my breast, and when it hits my nipple, the shock of pleasure is so intense that my body jerks in response, and a moan escapes my lips. My gaze finds my husband’s, and he’s staring at me intently, the phone still pressed to his ear. I keep walking through his office and out the door on the other side that leads to our personal suite.

“I’ll call you back.” The click as he hangs up the phone has me smiling, but I don’t stop to wait for him.

I leave every door open, even the bathroom one as I turn on the shower. I put the device down for a moment as I pull my clothes off. My body is so overheated that the fabric sliding over my beasts sends new tremors through me.

My device is one in the waterproof range, perfect for shower play as our curvy model demonstrated in the last photoshoot.

I step into the shower and run it over my heated body, turning up the intensity another notch. Every pulse sends a wave of sensation through me, and if Reese doesn’t join me soon, I’ll be finished before he gets here.

Something in the room shifts, and I know Reese has found me. I turn around and his gaze roves hungrily over my body, the round baby bump and the curves that have grown with every pregnancy until they’ve become a part of me.

Without a word, he undresses, and I watch him just as hungrily. His taut body is as muscular and hard as when I first met him.

Reese steps into the shower and holds out his hand, palm up. “Hand it over, Ava.” His eyes smolder dangerously; only my husband could be jealous of a device.

A smile plays at my lips as I run the device over my breasts and a nipple. “You’ll have to come and get it.”

Reese’s nostrils flare, and his eyes flash. He likes the game as much as I do. “Oh, you’re in big trouble now.”

I can’t help the big grin that spreads across my face because, whatever trouble my husband is talking about, I am here for it.

I can’t remember marrying Reese, but I remember every day of my life since. With my husband, my growing family, my eccentric in-laws, and the cats, I’m the happiest cat lady in the world.

Reese

I stare at Ava's dripping body, the small device vibrating against her hard nipple, and my mouth waters. Those are my nipples. My body.My wife.

One of these days, she's going to learn that when she comes, I'm the one who gets her there. Not her toys. Not her fingers. Her husband.