I stare at my wife as she hums to herself softly, gazing out the large window to our backyard. Her fluffy red robe falls off one shoulder as she stirs her coffee before taking a small sip and setting it down.

Already my cock jerks, wanting me to move closer to her. Neither he nor I was happy when we woke to an empty bed. I glance over at the clock, wondering how much time we have before the kids come running down the stairs. Probably not much since it’s Christmas morning. Still, I’ll take my chances. I know I won’t get much alone time with my wife today. The house is going to be filled with family and friends, something I normally enjoy, but right now my mind only has one focus and it’s my wife, who somehow managed to slip out of bed on me.

She hasn't done that since the very first night I found her. I smile at the memory. It doesn't feel like ten years has passed, but it has. Every one of them more than I could have ever asked for. To this day it still pisses me off how all those years ago people tried to shun her. I don’t think it’s something that will ever, ever fade for me, even if it’s not a blip on her radar anymore.

Even that mother of hers leaving without a backwards glance until she smelled money. After it hit the papers that Sloan and I were together and I would never sign a prenup, it didn’t take long for her to show up. One look at my wife’s face and I knew what had to be done. I didn't care for being an asshole, but when it came to her or my family, I had no problems being one.

She peeks over her shoulder at me, giving me a playful smile. “You never let me get far, do you?” When she turns, her robe slips farther off her shoulder. She bites her lip in full knowledge at what she’s doing to me. I suck in a breath when her robe falls open, baring the same skimpy red negligee she wore last night when we’d gotten done playing Santa Claus. I thought I ruined the thing. I could have sworn I heard the fabric rip, but it wasn’t where my mind was at the time. I’d tossed it behind us as I pushed her down onto the bed.

“It’s a different one. I like it, so don’t rip this one,” she warns. I would laugh at the fact she knew in advance she’d need extra negligees. But I’m too turned on to laugh. “It actually fits with my baby bump.” She motions to the little bump that’s made itself very known these past few weeks. Her tits bounce with the action. My mouth waters as I think about the added sweetness her nipples will have soon.

I move, clearing the distancing between us. She giggles more as I lift her gently and put her down onto the kitchen counter. I take her mouth in a deep kiss, cutting off her laughter and tasting the sweetness of her coffee. She moans into my mouth and spreads her legs more for me. I know what she wants. I grip her thighs, pulling them apart for me and getting myself nice and comfortable, because I’m not moving until I taste more of her.

I don’t care that my parents are upstairs, along with our son and little girl. No man could turn away from her if they knew she was theirs for the taking.

I drop down to my knees, throwing her legs over my shoulder. I growl when I see she has no panties on. I waste no time sucking and eating at my wife until she begs me to stop.

“Harris.” She gives my hair a small tug. I smile against her pussy before giving it one last kiss there, then one to each of her thighs as I stand.

She lets out a cute hum as she lays her head against my chest.

“It was snowing. I wanted to see,” she says with a dreamy sigh.

“The kids will be excited. I can’t remember our last white Christmas.” She nods in agreement, and I know she’s still sleepy. I pull her off the counter and head back to our bedroom.

We got a place outside the city not long after we married. We could have the best of both worlds this way. My parents bought a house not far from us in order to spend more time with us. They enjoyed being grandparents too much to be away long.

Not only that, but they’ve taken my wife in as their own. In their eyes she’s their daughter. I know how much my sweet loved that.

I lay her down on the bed, wanting her to rest. Her feet swelled her last two pregnancies and I’m making it my job to make sure they don’t this time. I don’t care what the doctor said—how it’s normal and will happen. She hated it. Which meant I hated it and would fix it.

“Sleep. I’ll start breakfast.” I brush my mouth against hers. I try to pull back, but she doesn’t let me go. I chuckle. I could pull away, but I can never bring myself to separate from her. Not since the moment I found her. I swear it’s even painful to be away from her too long.

“We weren't done,” she huffs, trying to pull me onto the bed. I should tell her no. A better man would let his pregnant wife sleep, but like always I give her what she wants. What we both want. Like I plan to do forever.