“Mmm, that sounds good.”
Ruben kept her steady on the ice, and it turned out that her husband had better balance on the ice than she did. He managed to keep them up right…at least…until they were nearing the exit. As safety approached and Rosie breathed for the first time since being on the ice, a child, about eight or nine, zoomed past and sent Ruben crashing to the ice with Rosie landing on top of him. A whoosh left his lips.
They lay in a sprawl of arms and legs seconds before Rosie started to laugh, followed by Ruben. “Are you okay?” Rosie giggled. “I’m sorry.” She smirked. “I shouldn’t laugh.” She giggled again and scrambled to her feet, slipping as she climbed up the side of the rink wall. “Give me your hand and I’ll pull you up.”
“No way. I’ll pull you back down.” Ruben rolled to his hands and knees and got himself upright.
Rosie pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you for doing that. I’m ready for hot chocolate now.”
He squeezed her before he helped her from the ice.
Ruben was frustrated as he worked in his office sorting bills to be paid from bills already paid. He needed to be more organized, and usually was, but his beautiful wife had a way of distracting him.
They’d both enjoyed a warm bath to soothe the sore muscles from the ice skating attempt once they’d returned from the Christmas market and the rink, and of course it took longer than it should have. But hopefully, that would be the end to the ice-skating and Rosie wouldn’t get that particular idea into her head again. He hoped she’d learned her lesson.
She challenged him in ways that he loved. And her body challenged him in other ways.
In fact, her curvy body had kept him in a semi state of arousal while she’d been busy. He liked the mistletoe part of the holidays because once it was up, he made sure to be constantly caught beneath it with her. She’d had the last laugh though when she pulled him close and locked lips. It had been nothing like the other chaste kisses they’d exchanged under the stuff, it had blown his socks off, and left him hard and aching. His sexy wife knew what she’d done to him and had continued to tease him for the rest of the day, which was probably why he was still hard behind his zipper, and distracted.
About to say to hell with it and go in search of Rosie, he heard the handle of his door as it started to turn. He sighed in relief when Rosie slipped inside. She turned the key in the lock behind her before she slipped the two deadbolts home.
With a mixture of knowing that they were locked inside his office together, and the short dress his wife wore, his balls ached. He knew her fantasy, and his for that matter, was about to come true. The minute she’d told him what she wanted, he hadn’t been able to get it out of his head. Since they’d been together, Rosie had gotten past her shyness and she’d learned to trust him. He’d not once let her down and he never would.
Rosie leaned back against the locked door. “Evening, husband.”
He grinned. “Evening, wife.”
*
Rosie continued to hold Ruben’s gaze but she made no move toward him. Instead, she leaned against the locked door as her heart beat frantically in her chest with a nervous kind of excitement. Ruben made her feel alive and she knew that he loved her, and her alone, which gave her the confidence that she needed to carry out her fantasies, and his.
She licked along her lips, and watched as Ruben’s eyes dropped to follow the movement of her tongue. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”
His eyes darkened with lust at her words as she heard his boots drop from his feet beneath the desk. The rest of his clothes followed quickly and then he was in front of his desk, his ass perched on the top.
The throb between her thighs grew in intensity at the sight before her. Her husband was sun-kissed and his muscles were in all the right places. She loved the hair on his chest because, when they were close, it would tickle and arouse her. The hair trailed down to his groin and surrounded his hugely swollen cock, which reached up to his navel—the tip glistened with precum.
“You have too many clothes on.”
She agreed with him and lifted her dress above her head. It dropped to the floor with a flick of her wrist, forgotten.
*
Ruben didn’t know how he was going to keep his hands off her, especially when she removed her dress and he saw the thigh highs. His dick jumped with excitement and need to be inside her. He wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked a few times, knowing that Rosie loved to watch him touch himself.
“Chair,” she croaked, and then cleared her throat.