Clint marched us to the master bedroom. I squirmed in delight, so excited by tonight. He threw open the door. He didn't bother closing it. No hiding from our children tonight. We could be loud and noisy and have such a wicked time.
My hair flew as Clint dropped me on the bed. I shuddered, squirming, newly pregnant with our second child. My hips squirmed from side to side, the skirt to my dress fluttering up. Clint had such hunger in his eyes. His strong hands thrust my legs apart.