Sebastian
As my dutiful little wife cleans up, rights her clothing, and heads downstairs to decorate the house for us, I relax in bed sheets that still smell like her and consider how long this Valentine’s night production will take before we can get her back here again. It’s sweet that she likes to go all out for us, but I’m eager to get back to my favorite part of the evening.
As soon as she’s gone, Griff glances over at me, keeping his voice low, like he’s still worried she might hear. “Did you stop and pick up the bracelet?”
“Of course I did. I put it in your trunk along with the flowers. When we go downstairs, I’ll keep her busy and you can run out and grab them.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, he says, “Great, thank you.”
“She wouldn’t have minded waiting until tomorrow,” I point out.
He shakes his head. “Years of conditioning. Ashley would’ve ripped my head off.”
“Fuck Ashley,” I mutter.
“We don’t have to talk about Ashley,” he says, a little more firmly. Then he glances my way again and steps on more neutral ground. “What’d you get her?”
“Diamond necklace, a box of biscotti dipped in Belgian chocolate, and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert tonight.”
Smirking faintly, Griff says, “Or maybe for dinner. The steaks are probably cold now.”
I shrug. “We’ve eaten worse than warmed up steak in our time.”
“That’s true,” he allows.
“Overall, a better Valentine’s Day than your last one?”
“Much better.” Griff nods his head, looking like he’s lost in a memory, but he doesn’t offer any insight into what it might be. He used to talk to me about Ashley, but even though it’s been nearly a year, he still hates bringing her up to me now. It bothered me a little at first, but it doesn’t anymore. Regardless of how he feels about the situation, it doesn’t get in our way, so I don’t lose any sleep over it.
Since we’ve got some time to kill while we wait for Moira, we relax here, bullshitting and talking business. Then Griff tells me he wants to do something special for Moira since our first official anniversary is coming up. I tell him he’s more than welcome to if he wants to plan it himself—I already have a wedding anniversary to keep track of; I don’t need a second one.
Moira finally shoots me a text that we can come back downstairs. While Griff gets dressed in the bathroom, I pull my clothes on out here. I leave the tie off and my top few buttons undone since Moira isn’t here to fiddle with it.
I stop outside the bathroom door and rap on it lightly with my knuckles. “I’m gonna go downstairs now. You can grab the stuff out of your car and meet us in the kitchen afterward.”
“That works. Thanks again for picking it up for me.”
“No problem.”
When I get down to the kitchen, I get a lovely view—not the romantic décor she lovingly exploded all over the room, but my wife’s ass bent over as she reaches into the oven and pulls out a pan that smells like brownies. She’s not wearing the cream-colored blouse and red skirt she left the bedroom in, but a see-through lace contraption with a matching pink thong, and two tiny triangles of fabric over her breasts, tied together by little more than a string. Fuck, she is beautiful. I wait until she puts the pan of brownies down on the stovetop, then I come up behind her and encircle her waist with my arms.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”
Moira leans back into me, securing her hands on my forearms. “Thank you, honey. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too. I should probably warn you; I got you a super sappy card.”
“How sappy are we talking?”
“Wear gloves when you open it, otherwise you’re gonna get pretty sticky.”
I smile, nuzzling my face into the curve of her neck and leaving a few kisses. “If I’m gonna get sticky opening something, I’d much rather it be my present.” Her head falls back against my shoulder as I drop one of my hands from around her waist and reach down to rub her between the legs.
A bit dazedly, she murmurs, “It’s nice of you to keep accepting the same present year after year. You already own the damn thing, you know.”
“I do know. It’s the only present I ever want,” I assure her, my lips moving to her jaw. “Besides, I like all the different ways you wrap it up.”
Her lips tug up in a smile, but she keeps her eyes closed. “For the entire 65 seconds you let me keep it on.”
“How’s Griff enjoying his present?”
She sighs again, moving against me as I slide a finger inside her. “He enjoyed it quite a lot. You were right. He loved being the one I called to come rescue me.”
Satisfied, I nod. “Good.”
“Did you bring the car back home?”
I shake my head. “Didn’t want him to get suspicious. I’ll pick it up tomorrow after it’s ‘fixed.’”
Biting her bottom lip and moaning low in her throat, Moira brings her arm up to wind around my neck and draw me closer. She sighs with pleasure. “I love you, Sebastian.”
Moira already knows exactly how much she means to me, but I’ll never tire of telling her. Never tire of showing her. Right before I make her come, I kiss the shell of her ear and murmur, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”