Sinful Kisses by Emily Bowie

CHAPTER 43

5 years later

Baby food clings to my hair. I have spilled milk on my shirt—the same shirt I have worn for two days. I can’t get a single moment to be me.

In six years, Romeo and I have had three beautiful babies. Some would call them Irish twins, because they’re all less than a year apart from each other. I swear Romeo looks at me and I get pregnant.

But the passion.

The need.

We unnaturally crave each other.

I catch my reflection in my perfect stainless steel refrigerator. No one would want me this way. Romeo has been out of town on business more than we both would like. In the past two months, he’s been home for ten days off and on.

He gets to see me like this train wreck who doesn’t shower for days and who doesn’t have time to change her clothes. And he flops into bed exhausted. No wonder we haven’t had sex. For the first time in our relationship, that passion we share has taken a backseat. Between him being out of town, both of us exhausted, and children always being around, we haven’t had time to keep the passion in the bedroom.

It’s been over a month since he touched me last. We’ve never had a dry spell like this before.

Women talk about their passion dying. Is this the start of it? Have Romeo and I reached our plateau? The thought frightens me. I can feel us drifting apart.

I miss him.

I miss us.

Sighing, the guilt of these feelings wraps around my heart. We have three perfect children. Of course, it can’t be the same. But I desperately want us to stay the same.

Our oven clock says two o’clock. For the first time ever, all our babies are napping at the same time.

I sit on the stool at the counter, realizing I need help with the children. I’ve refused it this long. But it’s killing me.

Our front door opens and closes, alerting me to Romeo’s return.

I should have taken that shower.Not that it matters. He will be tired anyway.

“Gia?”

He stands in the kitchen entrance, looking as fresh and handsome as ever. I stand, conscious that I’m not put together like I used to be. My mom made it look so easy when we were kids. She raised five of us.

“You are beautiful.” He walks toward me.

I try to protest, but his hands land on my hips. “There is nothing sexier than you in my shirt.”

He’s looking at me like I’ve dressed up for him. My hair is in a messy bun on top of my head. His hand pulls the elastic out, allowing my hair to fall past my shoulders.

“Where are the kids?”

“Sleeping.”

His eyes light up delightfully. “I’ve missed my wife,” he rasps, still looking at me like I’m in sexy lingerie and just had my hair blown into sleek waves. It’s nothing of the sort.

His hand skims my leg, rounding to my behind.

“No panties, you vixen.”

I didn’t have time to put them on with three babies crying when I woke up.

“Do you know what day it is?” he asks.

“Thursday?”

“Today is the day you crashed your car and became mine. I remember how perfect you were and wished for your attention. Then I had it. I knew you were it.” While he speaks, his hand traces circles around my sensitive flash before his fingers dip into my sex.

Oh, God.I forgot how he can make me forget everything, and only he exists.

His fingers fuck me slowly, teasing me. I become breathless; my eyes want to roll in the back of my head. Just as I teeter on that line of an orgasm, he removes his finger. The sound of material ripping and the feel of cold hitting my body has my eyes focusing on my favorite shirt.

“How did I get so fucking lucky?” he murmurs as his lips latch onto my breast.

Second by second, my self-confidence grows. Romeo has a way of making me feel empowered, sexy, and wanted. I wish seeds of doubt would never creep in.

“Romeo.” My hands weave into his hair.

“I promise I’ll never be gone this long again. I hate it.”

His lips move down my body. Reminding me of the days he used to mark me. His teeth sink into my thigh, nipping me. And I moan. His tongue licks me from entrance to clit.

Before I get too greedy and grind down on his face, he is spinning my body, pushing my face down to the counter, and is entering me.

He feels perfect. He’s what I have been craving. He fucks me like he’s claiming me.

“I love you, Gia,” he pants between thrusts.

I can feel all of my sensations heightening. My orgasm is at the cusp of rolling through me, when he pulls out. I curse him in Italian.

“That’s the fire I’m looking for.” He kisses me passionately. I’m lost and drunk on him. He calms my fire, playing with me. When he pulls away, he says, “Trust me. You will be shaking this house when you come.”

“I’m trying to be quiet. We have sleeping children.”

“Gia, stop holding back, or I’ll keep playing. I can do this all night. As for the children. They won’t know what woke them.”

He kisses down my body. Stopping at my rosebud. “Relax,” he commands. He licks it in a small circle before I can feel his hard cock playing with it. This has become our go-to, since I seem to be Fertile Myrtle.

“You set the pace.”

I inch back onto his cock. His tip enters just an inch before it slides out. We go back and forth as I take him in a little at a time. His hand lazily circles my clit. When he’s fully entered me from behind, I still, adjusting to his length.

He moves slowly, and I forgot how fucking good this feels. The connection I thought we were losing is back in full swing. Our eyes stay connected the entire time. It’s like our souls are coming back together.

I fight to keep my eyes open. Wishing I could bottle this up. What we have is perfect.

Once again, my orgasm fights to the surface. His fingers press down on my clit, and I can feel my entire body clench. Romeo grunts, and I’m yelling “Romeo” with an unladylike groan that rips from my throat. It lasts for minutes. Romeo continues to play with me, stealing every last part of my orgasm before he’s pulling out and marking me with his cum.

He tugs me up, wrapping his arms around me, and kisses me. This is my favorite place to be.

“I’m taking you out tonight.”

My smile splits my face.

“Wear this.” He picks up a white box that I hadn’t noticed he was carrying. “Tonight, you get to be treated like the goddess you are.”

“I have never felt anything less when you’re around.” It’s true. “I love you.”

“I know.” He pauses, staring at me like he’s never seen someone so beautiful. It has my cheeks blushing. “I know the last two months have been hard. I’m home now.”

“You have a way of making everything work.”

He grins. “I also have someone coming in to help with the babies.”

I hit his arm. “I can take care of my own babies.”

“Listen. I want to take my wife on more dates. You do not get to tell me no on this. I should have done it months ago.”

I love the way he’s demanding this of me. Truth is, I would have kept on doing it, because I felt it is expected. But this in some weird way has me relaxing. I need the help.

“There’s that smile I love. Go shower before I decide to fuck you again and we end up late.”

“Thank you.”

I skip upstairs, my heart full. I wouldn’t want our life any other way. When I come back down, our house is filled with roses.

“Your carriage awaits.” He’s changed into a suit and has the front door open for me.

“What about the kids?” I ask, looking around the silent house.

“Your mom is playing with them in the backyard.”

Linking my arm with his, we step outside. A replica of the car I crashed all those years ago sits in our driveway.

“I plan to fuck you in there later too.” His voice feathers across my neck.

A shiver rolls over my skin. Romeo’s hand is sprawled on my lower back, his thumb brushing over the fabric. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. But you better not crash this car.”

I give him a kiss. “You better behave then. We both know I have a temper,” I joke.

“That’s my girl.”

A laugh bubbles out, and I keep thinking about the dicks I drew on his car. My hand goes into my purse, and I pull out a red lipstick like that night.

“Don’t you dare,” he cautions, his eyes growing wide.

We both already know I’m going to do it. Running up to the car, I quickly draw a pair of balls and a dick.

“Your dick-drawing abilities have improved. If I wasn’t so angry about you drawing on my car the first time, I would have commented on what type of dicks you had been looking at.”

Romeo pulls me in and kisses me.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about us,” I say breathlessly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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