“Oh, baby,” I said softly. “At least you’re getting your rest, so you should be in full form when I wake you up.”
The cat rubbed her body against my legs, purring. I bent down and scooped her up, then put her out the door and closed it.
“Sorry, Peaches, but I want no spectators for this.”
I padded across the room to the bed and eased my body down beside my husband’s. He didn’t stir. I stretched out beside him and planted my lips on his.
Andrew jerked awake, his eyes widening as he saw me.
I giggled. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” he said, his voice hoarse, then cleared his throat.
“Looks like someone had a hard day,” I commented. I placed my palm on his belly and kissed his chin. “But hopefully your little nap helped you regain some energy.”
“What time is it?”
“A little after nine,” I replied. Now, I kissed his lips.
“How was your trip?”
“Fun. Marnie definitely had a good time.” I smiled inwardly, remembering just how good a time, but I’d never share that with Andrew. “The trip was great for her.”
“That’s good, sweetheart.”
Good? Why wasn’t Andrew taking me in his arms and really kissing me?
I guess he was still groggy, but I was determined to wake him up. Lowering my hand to his groin, I stroked him through his pants. Then I pressed my mouth against his and kissed him deeply.
His cock hardened, and I purred, satisfied. Feeling a surge of feminine power, I eased my body onto his and straddled him. His hands went to my breasts, gently squeezing.
I gyrated myself against him, feeling his cock through my shorts. I moved my mouth from his, to his jaw, then to his earlobe, where I nibbled gently.
“I was having some naughty thoughts last night,” I whispered.
He snaked his hands around my waist. “You were, were you?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I pulled my head back to face him. “I even called. But you didn’t answer.”
Andrew’s hands stilled and he looked at me as if he wasn’t sure he heard me correctly. “You called last night?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“What time?”
“Late,” I answered. “But either you were sleeping, or you were out on the town partying.”
I was joking, but the quizzical look he gave me told me he didn’t think I was. “I guess I was extra tired. It’s been crazy at work with that convention going on. I ended up going in yesterday, since you weren’t here. You should see insurance adjusters throw them back at the bar. And I thought they were dull.”
I slipped my hand between our bodies. His cock was no longer hard. “Hey, big boy. What’s the matter?” I pouted. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Of course I am.” Was I imagining it, or did he sound a tad defensive?
“Then why is it taking you so long to get me naked?” With my legs straddling him, I sat up and pulled my blouse over my head. I made quick work of unfastening my bra. “Touchme, baby. Taste my nipples. I want to you to fuck me so hard, you blow out my back.”
“Sophie,” Andrew said, his tone disapproving.
“Sorry, baby,” I said. Andrew didn’t like it when I cursed. “I just missed you, and you’re playing really hard to get right now.”
Andrew regarded me warily.
“Baby, please don’t tell me you’re too tired for this.” I began stroking him again. “I can do all the work. I just need you to be hard.”
“What exactly happened on your trip?” he asked.
“Meaning?”
“I don’t know. You seem unusually horny.”
Now I sat up and looked at Andrew with a perplexed expression. “Meaning there’s some crazy reason why I want to make love to my husband?”
Andrew’s shoulders moved in a slight shrug.
What was going on? “Do you think I did something wrong while I was away?”
“I didn’t say that.”
He couldn’t have sounded less convincing. He’d never been the jealous or possessive type, and I’d never given him a reason not to trust me. So I had no clue what was really going on here.
“To set the record straight,” I began slowly, sliding off his body, “I didn’t do a single thing you’d be mad at me for. Yeah, I had a lot to drink, stayed up late, and danced like I haven’t since I was in college, but every guy who talked to me knew that I was married.”
Andrew gave no indication that he’d heard me. Instead, he got off the bed and walked out of the room, leaving me confused. Did he not believe me, or was he simply itching for a fight? If that was the case, why was he mad? Because I’d gone away with Marnie? He hadn’t expressed any opposition to me going on the five-day trip.
I didn’t follow him. If he wanted a fight, I wasn’t going to give it to him. I put my shirt back on, knowing that for some crazy reason, I wasn’t getting any sex tonight.
The bedroom door now open, Peaches trotted into the room, determined to get some affection from me. She jumped up onto my lap. I began to massage her neck, taking some comfort from the fact that my pet would always be happy to see me.
A few minutes later, Andrew returned to the bedroom door. He stood there, resting his body against the door frame and looking conflicted.
“Are you mad at me because I went on this trip with Marnie?” I asked, getting to the point.
Andrew drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Something happened,” he said simply.
So work was bothering him. It wouldn’t be the first time that the stress from work continued to bother him when he got home. I was disappointed that his seeing me hadn’t pushed any work issues from his mind, but it was a relief to know that he didn’t believe I’d done anything to hurt him.
“Is it something serious?”
He nodded.
I don’t know why, but I got the sense that this something wasn’t a run-of-the-mill work issue. Maybe Andrew had messed something up at the hotel in a big way and head office was pissed with him. Or perhaps he was involved in a conflict with someone on his staff. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
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