The lion statues that sit either side of their porch are giant and look as though they’ve recently been cleaned because you can see every last detail. Once there, I stare up at their huge house from the street as Leo helps me out of the car. His warm hand finds mine between gear changes as I look out the window at the beautiful blur of homes. Leo gets in, and we back out onto the street before making the short drive over to the Fitzgerald’s home for their ninth wedding anniversary party. He opens the door for me, and I climb in, carefully gathering the puffy skirt of my dress into my lap. We walk downstairs to say goodbye to the kids and Clare before making our way out to his car in the garage. “It’s already in the car,” he says, standing by the door. Placing a kiss on my forehead, he grabs my hand and tugs me back into our room. “We need to go.” I laugh and fix my mascara quickly before turning around in his arms. Leo walks in behind me, kissing up and down my exposed neck, thanks to doing my hair in a tight bun on top of my head earlier.
I cap the gloss and return it to the bathroom. She gives me a huge smile, displaying the gap from her latest missing top tooth and hikes up her dress to skip out of the room. Now, go start on your dinner, and we’ll be down in a minute to say good night before we have to leave.” I rub and smack my lips together, making a kissy face. Leo adjusts his black dress shirt while watching us through the mirror at my dressing table. At least if I do it, I know she’s not going to get it everywhere. I head into our en suite, grabbing it and bending down low in front of her to apply a little bit to her lips. He grumbles low in his throat but lets me go. “Sure.” I smile at her and give Leo a gentle push so he’ll release me. What are you doing?” Leo eyes her ensemble with a grin, releasing my ass and moving his hands up to my waist. She stands there, hands on her hips in a Disney Frozen costume and Santa hat, a curious smile on her face. “What are you doing?” Our lips break apart at the sound of Greta’s voice from the doorway, but he doesn’t release me. “And morning,” he says into my mouth before dragging my bottom lip into his and sucking. All night.” He kisses my neck, nipping my chin and finding my lips.
“God, I love hearing that word from your mouth, and yes. “So we can lay in bed and fuck all night?” I whisper. I kiss his throat, inhaling his scent and feeling my legs grow weak. “No, let’s just go to a hotel and pretend we’re in college again while Clare has the kids.” “L eo, stop.” I giggle into his neck as he palms my ass underneath my yellow cocktail dress.
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