The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

Evie

I peeked out the window to see Smith hoisting the last shovelful of snow off the driveway, and my heart did a little dance. I couldn’t wait until he came inside. I had freshly made hot cocoa from scratch, and a movie cued up on Netflix. Not to mention some amazing news.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I rushed into the kitchen and added a few marshmallows to our cups, grinning as I did. These were my favorite mugs. Cullen had given them to us as one of his wedding gifts. They said Mr. and Mrs. in beautiful calligraphy, and each could hold a cup of coffee big enough to choke a horse.

I took a long sip from my mug and let out a sigh. Smith and I had been married for almost a year now, and it had been the adventure of a lifetime so far. Our wedding day had been pure magic. Pam had graciously allowed the kids to share in the ring-bearer duties as Winnie didn’t want to be a flower girl. They’d all worn capes by request, except Mac, who had nearly worn nothing at all as he tried to strip off his miniature tuxedo pants halfway down the aisle.

I grinned at the memory. Cullen had been the best man, and Maggie had been my maid of honor. Whatever tension had arisen between Smith and Cullen over our secret had long since faded away, and Cullen’s sweet but funny best-man speech had solidified it. They were back to their old selves like it had never even happened. I couldn’t have lived with myself any other way, so I was thrilled about that.

The day after the wedding, we’d gone on a whirlwind trip to Italy, and had toured the countryside together. I’d loved traveling alone and with friends, but with Smith, everything seemed to take on a whole new life. Now, each new place we visited was tied to a memory. We were a family of two, and we were building the life I’d always dreamed of having.

Cullen was still hard at work, taking over the world, and the business was booming. It was especially sweet for me because I knew I was a part of the reason for that success. My advertising campaigns had been integral in building a new client base, and Cullen had hired two people to work under me so I could continue to assist in the expansion.

The front door swung open, cutting into my thoughts, and I carried the mugs into the living room with a smile. Smith stepped inside and stomped his boots on the mat in front of the door.

“It’s officially November in Chicago,” he said with a laugh. “There’s got to be about fifteen inches out there.”

He tugged off his gloves and stripped off his coat as I stepped toward him, his mug extended.

“Well, I’ve got something hot to warm you up,” I murmured, rolling up onto my tiptoes to give him a kiss.

He didn’t take the mug, though. Instead, he yanked me closer and I let out a squeak.

“I think I know exactly how you can do that,” he murmured, crushing his mouth to mine. The mugs were quickly forgotten as he slipped his tongue against mine.

His lips were cold, but I didn’t care. Even a year in, it still felt like a dream that I could kiss and touch and make love with this man whenever I wanted to, and I wasn’t going to squander it.

I pulled away and set the mugs onto the side table.

“I think I might be able to help you out there, mister. We can heat those mugs up later.”

We all but ran into the bedroom and stripped each other with the efficiency of longtime lovers, but our urgency stopped there. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I stared at his naked body. He still managed to make my knees weak every time.

“You are fine as hell, Mr. Hamilton,” I said, shaking my head in awe.

“You too, Mrs. Hamilton,” he replied, tracing the neckline of the lingerie I was wearing.

It had only taken a couple months of Smith telling me how much he loved my body for me to really start to believe him. Over the past year, I’d taken to getting samples of most of the new designs from the office to “test them out.” Smith had sighed and said it was a tough job, but someone had to do it. It was the look in his eyes that killed me, though. Whenever he realized I was wearing something new, he lit up like a kid at Christmas.

“Red. I like,” Smith said, cupping my breasts through the silk.

The fabric and the pressure of his fingers felt amazing against my skin, and I let my eyes slide shut.

My head fell back as he bent in to close his teeth gently over my neck. Cupping the back of his head, I held him close and whispered his name. He walked me backward in tiny steps until my legs met the mattress, and then he pressed me down onto it. I dragged him with me so his body covered mine, and for a second, I just relished the warm weight of him. But that didn’t satisfy me for long. I rolled him off me and climbed over him, lining up my center with his hard cock. A muscle in his jaw flexed as he watched me through hooded eyes.

“That negligee looks dead sexy on you. Let’s leave it on,” he said, a glint in his eyes as he flicked a thumb over my nipple.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” I was already hiking up the fabric so I could feel his heated flesh against mine. We gasped in unison as his cock touched my slick folds.