Evie stepped out from the bathroom, the strap of her nightgown falling down her shoulder as she adjusted the top. Her hair was loose, flowing down her shoulders the way Anthony loved it. From the doorway she watched her husband reading on his tablet, glasses perched on the end of his nose, which he only wore when he was tired or stressed. His brow creased and Evie longed to smooth out the lines etched on his face. But she had her own worries, and knowing Anthony, they were probably both the same concerns: Lexi’s pregnancy. Since they had just spent the day with them, it was foremost on their minds. Maybe a little distraction would be a good thing.

“You’re staring, darling,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, tossing the glasses on the nightstand, and laying the tablet down. She was the only one to see him that way—concerned or frustrated when he had something on his mind. It was the part he shared with only her while he let the world feel his wrath as necessary. She knew he would tell her when he was ready, and she held back the question she was burning to ask him. Evie pushed herself away from the door and strode toward the bed.

“Because you’re so handsome and serious looking.” Long, languid steps took her closer to Anthony, accentuating the length of her bare legs under the nightie.

“As long as this isn’t a joke about a two-by-four and my English ass,” he joked, patting the bed next to him.

Evie bit her thumb, stopping before she reached the bed. “But I love your British butt—your very uptight English ass.” She fluttered her eyelashes coyly.

“One of these days, I’m going to spank you, wife.” Growling, Anthony reached to pull her closer.

“Promises, promises.” Taunting, she let him pull her up on the bed.

Evie curled up next to his long, hard body and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying his arms automatically coming around her, pulling her in closer, and she sighed.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Anthony asked as his fingers traced patterns on her arm.

“I'm so worried about Lexi and the baby. Right now the tumor isn’t growing rapidly, but that could change. I don’t want to think about it, but if it does, one or both of them could end up dying.”

“I know you are, and so am I. We’re doing everything we can to help right now. We’re all taking turns with their girls, so they don’t have to stress about them. Between that and keeping their spirits up and praying, there isn’t much else we can do.”

“And that frustrates me so much.” Evie wanted to punch something. “I feel like I should be doing so much more. I hate helpless.”

She felt Anthony’s chest rumble with laughter under her. “Trust me; I know how much you hate that. Hey,” he said as his body jerked from where she’d pinched him. “I know you prefer action, having some control over the outcome.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she said.

“I can’t help but wonder how you feel about us trying to have a baby right now. Do you want to put it on hold?” His voice was gravelly, and he held her tighter.

Evie sighed and shook her head. “We decided we didn’t want to have children right away before we even started to try, which we had just begun to do when all this happened with Lexi. We know it could take awhile to get pregnant, so no, I don’t think we should stop trying. Lexi would be the first to tell me not to worry about her.”

“Well in that case,” Anthony said, “I might have something that we could do to take your mind off of your problems and put all that caffeine you have racing through your veins to good use.”

“Oh, you noticed that?”

“What, that you had three cups of coffee after dinner? Of course, I did.”

“But you were working.”

“Do you not think I can do both?” his voice growled at her.

“You’re right, I should know better.”

“Excuse me.” He gently moved her off him and to the pillow, then reached over for his tablet.

“What are you doing?” Evie frowned at him.

“Making a note in my calendar that you said I was right.” He held it up for her to see, and sure enough, there it was.

“Asshole.” She rolled over and straddled his lean waist, placing her hands on his stomach and making sure her fingers wrapped around his very sensitive sides.

“Such language, wife.”

Evie narrowed her eyes at him. “I wonder if they have any board games here?”

“Board games? Well, I believe I can come up with something more pleasurable than that. In fact, it’s called Let’s Make a Baby.”

“Hmmm… That sounds like it might be fun, if someone could set aside their work for the rest of the evening.”

 

*****

 

“Sounds like someone is going to challenge me tonight,” Anthony hummed, running his hands up and down her arms in strokes meant to soothe.

“Has there ever been a time when I haven’t?” Evie smiled.

Anthony kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course not.”

“Of course.” She leaned in to kiss his lips, mouths opening as tongues met licking and stroking.

“Because I always get my way, don’t I?” Anthony used his body to flip Evie over, covering her with his body pressing into the dip of her hips. His cock went rigid and thick between them as it pressed against her bare mound, hot and wet with need.

“Bossy, yes,” Evie murmured, pulling Anthony’s face to hers and kissing him as he shucked his lounge pants down far enough to pull his cock out.

“I want to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, hard.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” Anthony palmed his beloved’s mound, fingers tracing the line of her nether lips, separating them. Evie lifted her hips, giving him better access to discover the entrance, wet and slick with the need for him.

“You’re always so ready for me.” Kissing her neck, he pushed his length into her, a slow thrust filling her to the hilt.

“Harder, Anthony,” she moaned lifting up.

His hands held her in place.

“I’ll decide when it’s hard.” He met her pace and increased it, hips rolling and thrusting in a slow cadence of movements, building the heat between them. Evie’s body eased the way for Anthony’s girth to slide easily, despite her desperation for him to increase both the pace and the friction.

“Please,” she panted, wriggling underneath him.

“What was that about my ass and being bossy?” Leaning up, he brushed back her hair. His eyes searched out hers, hungry with desire.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm.” He rested his hand over her heart, feeling the beat with each drive deeper. Their bodies were attuned to one another, a symbiotic relationship with each feeding the other exactly what they needed. His fingers played with her hair, letting it go to cup her breast. They rolled her nipple and he pinched it hard, going in for a kiss. His fingers matched the pressure of her walls clenching him tightly. Evie used her strength to try and unseat Anthony, but only managed to twist them onto their sides where their bodies rubbed back and forth. He kept her mostly underneath him, pounding into her, the sound of their moans and breaths filling the room.

“I’m close,” she whispered, hands cupping his face as she kissed and sucked his upper lip.

Tormenting her sweetly, he said, “Just close?”

He increased his pace and replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking her nipple in a loud pop and making her cry out.

He could feel her orgasm build, her body shaking and trembling, and she sought out his lips for a kiss as her walls milked him, cum jetting deep within.

Anthony let her ride it out perched on her side, wishing he could spoon her without having to move or slip out of her heat for even a moment. He loved his wife beyond measure, and without even trying she eased his mind of troubles. She was effortless, a goddess in her own right, and he wondered what he’d done to deserve her. Bossy, indeed. He’d show her bossy when she least expected it.

*****
 

Evie stretched. “Well, if I’m not pregnant, that was at least fun.”

“I think I’d use a stronger word than ‘fun’ for what we just did,” Anthony said dryly.

“Exciting? Titillating? Earth-shattering? Out of this world? Epic? Fabulous?”

“How about all of the above?” Anthony stretched and yawned, pulling Evie close to him. “We should repeat this. Soon.”

Feeling her husband start to fall asleep behind her, his large hand resting on her belly, she felt loved and protected. There was no one in the world better suited for her than him. Watching her best friend going through her third pregnancy, Evie knew what to expect and couldn’t wait to have his child growing inside of her. She hoped her time was now.