After a few months, things were back to normal. I went to work every day, nine to five. I debugged code and sipped on copious amounts of coffee.

But one thing had changed.

Now, every time I came home, I had a loving girlfriend who would greet me at the door. We had decided to move in together almost immediately. I couldn’t stand being Stacey’s neighbor. I wanted much more than that.

So we put a down payment on a house. We were still living out of boxes, but I honestly couldn’t ask for a better life.

I was happy.

Today, I came home with a bouquet of flowers. It was our three-month anniversary, and I wanted to make it special. I had already called the babysitter, and she was due to arrive at any minute. For a bit extra, I had convinced her to stay with Missy overnight so that Stacey and I could enjoy some quality time together.

Even though I could have walked right in, I rang the doorbell.

Missy screamed as she usually did whenever she heard someone at the door.

“Shh, it’s just the mailman,” Stacey guessed.

Soon enough, she opened the door, a look of surprise on her face when she saw me standing there, flowers in hand.

“Hello, beautiful,” I smiled, kissing the top of her head before giving her the flowers.

“What’s this?” she asked, looking down at them. Since dating her, I had learned that tulips were her favorite flower and that they were especially hard to find when they were out of season. I’d had to special order these.

“Our anniversary is today. I thought we could do something special. What do you say?”

She blushed. “You really didn’t have to…” she whispered, as modest as ever.

“Of course I did. You’ve done nothing but make my life better.” Finally, I stepped into the house, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You’ve made me into a better man, and I can never thank you enough for that.”

“You’ve always been a good man,” she said, laying her hands on my chest.

I grinned. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Just as I reached down to grab her ass, the babysitter pulled up in the driveway. “Ah. Perfect.”

“Who’s that?”

“Monica. She’s agreed to take care of Missy for the night.”

“Oh?” Stacey cocked her head to the side. “The whole night?”

“The whole night,” I said with a wink. “It’ll just be you and me for once.”

She giggled. “I wonder what kind of trouble we’ll get ourselves into.”

“Lots.” I leaned down and stole a few kisses before Monica showed up at the door. She was a college student who babysat in order to afford her textbooks. She was a nice girl.

“Hey,” she said, standing a bit awkwardly by the doorway, not quite sure what to make of our position. “Should I… um… come back in a bit?”

“No. No.” I pulled away from Stacey. “Might as well take her now before we get too ahead of ourselves.”

“Right. Is everything ready?”

“Just give me a minute,” Stacey said, about to rush into the nursery when I grabbed her by the wrist.

“Hold on.” I walked over to the couch and pulled out the spare baby bag. “I’ve already prepared everything.”

Stacey looked at me, her mouth agape. “When did you manage to do that?”

“Last night. While you were asleep.”

“I thought you just had the midnight munchies.”

I chuckled, a smug look on my face. “Anyway, everything should be there. Diapers. Formula. Changes of clothes. There’s also some money in one of the side pockets in case I forgot something. Just use the money to buy it. If anything is left over, it’s yours to keep.”

Monica took the bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Then she grabbed Missy’s carrier, instantly making baby-faces at the infant, who giggled with glee. “Well, I hope you two have a nice night. When tomorrow morning do you want me to drop her off?”

“We will give you a call,” I said. “Wouldn’t want you to walk in when we are still, you know.”

“Right…” She blushed, looking away. “Just call me, then.”

“Thanks again, Monica.”

“Not a problem.” She waved as she left the house.

I waited for her car to pull away before I grabbed Stacey and rammed her into the wall.

She gasped with the suddenness of it, but I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted her. I wanted her bad. My lust had been building throughout the day as my mind had thought about all of the things I could do with her tonight.

My hips locked with hers as my tongue slithered into her mouth. She kissed me back, just as hungry for me as I was for her.

Her hands ran up and down my body, tugging on my shirt.

I pushed against her even harder, letting her feel my hard-on against her thigh.

She moaned and her head tilted back, exposing her neck.

I took my chance and leaned down, nibbling on that sweet flesh. Her moans grew louder as I sucked on her a little harder, decorating her neck with love-bites.

My lust intensified as her smell invaded my senses. God, she smelled divine. My hands dug into her hips right before I lifted her off the ground and into my arms.

Naturally, her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking behind me.

I smirked, seeing the desperation in her eyes.

She wanted me.

Good.

Because tonight, she’d get her fill.

Literally.

I carried her up the stairs to our bedroom. There, I plopped her onto the bed before pouncing, pinning her into place. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you…” I whispered, my voice soft and seductive. “You’re going to be begging for it by the time I’m done.”

She bit her lip, her hips thrusting into the air, her body silently begging for mine.

I loved it when she was needy.

Gently, my lips traveled along the side of her neck, venturing lower and lower until I reached her collarbone. I followed it to the hollow of her neck, my hand grabbing her tit and squeezing hard.

She screamed, her lips frozen in a cute little ‘o.’

God, she was perfect.

My other hand slipped under her skirt, feeling the silkiness of her thighs. If I weren’t careful, I might end up taking her right here and now, and then we’d miss our dinner reservation.

I chuckled.

“What is it?” she breathed.

“Nothing.” To her dismay, however, I got up, rolling out of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

I didn’t answer her.

“Ned,” she called out, obviously wanting our fun to continue. “What are you doing? Get back here!”

Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet Stacey? But patience is a virtue, dear, and I plan to get you all riled up tonight.