Why?
“What gives here?”
“I am healthy.”
“Good.”
“I have been for so long that I asked him today if I could do something rather adventurous.”
His heart raced. If she wanted to go back into the field, he was going to shit a brick. He would never say no or prohibit her from doing whatever her heart and head desired. Still, he had issues with her returning to roving reporter. He knew it was selfish of him, but when he went out on an operation, he was able to go with a clear mind that she was in Washington, safe and sound at home.
Okay, so Washington might be some asshole’s dream target city some day for terrorism, and Kim, knowing her, would want to cover the story. But if the boys over at NSA and the CIA and all the other alphabet soup organizations did their jobs well, Washington would remain a safe city. Here, Zeus never had to worry about her. Not beyond the ordinary stuff of traffic tie-ups and snowstorms.
“Adventurous, huh?” He tried to make light of the word. “What’s your idea of adventurous?”
“Well,” she said coyly, picking at her silk gown. “I have been offered a book deal.”
He snorted. “Love of mine, that’s not adventurous. That’s down-in-the-mines grunt work.”
“Yeah, but I want to do it. The first would be a look at Egypt. Not our story, no. Classified info, and all that. But a socio-political analysis.”
“Sounds wonderful.” He winked at her, then pressed her close. “Tell me more. I’m eager to learn so I can take you in the bedroom and strip this lovely stuff right off you.”
She beamed at him, her hands blazing a wonderful trail over his chest and down to cup his cock. “Terrific. My idea of a snowy night at home with my honey.”
“Keep talking, babe. I’m all ears.”
Unzipping his fly, she took his fully erect shaft from his trousers and bent over to suck him hard and full into her lush mouth. “I’d say your ears have nothing on this bad boy.”
“Yeah, and you’d better hurry with the your news or this bad boy will take over.”
“Hmmm.” She hummed on his shaft, driving him nuts, making him long to return the sweet favor and put his mouth on her wet pussy. “I didn’t tell you until I had more details about the offer, but it is a lot of money for sixty thousand words.”
He put a finger to her cheek and let out a laugh. “That,
I know
, is not why you’re interested.”
She decided to play with his balls, caressing them. “You do know me well.”
Yeah. I do.
He shifted, allowing her more room to caress him. “Honey, you will have me shooting my wad before we’re done talking. Either stop this or quickly—
quickly
—tell me what is the draw?”
“The doctor says I am really well.”
“Okay.” He frowned at the flames flickering in the fireplace. “Now I know my brain is broken along with my arm. Why are we back to your doc, if we were talking about a book deal?”
“Because if I’m writing a book, I’m sitting at home or at the Library of Congress doing research or I’m flying to New York for a day or so to interview sources. Yum,” she cooed as she licked his slit and took drops of his pre-cum onto her talented tongue.
“Yum yourself, babe. Now stop this. Look at me. Christ, pretty lady, you are one huge tease and I love you.”
She smiled at him. “Yes, I know.”
“What should
I
know?”
“If I am writing a book, my schedule is my own. Not that I would slack off, because you know I rise and shine at six, alarm or no.”
“
Kim
!”
“Okay. Here it is. My oncology doc says that if we want to, I can get pregnant.”
There was the other shoe dropping. “I see.”
She worried her lower lip. “I wanted to bring it up for discussion.”
Because we never really have.
So much else to consider like careers and daily schedules and risks to your health.
“I’m glad you have.”
Her luminous eyes widened. “You are?”
He ran his fingers into the wealth of her wavy tresses. His wife. His everything. “Absolutely. I knew one day we might talk about this.”
I hoped you might be well enough that we could consider it.
She got up on her knees, like a kid delighted with a gift. “And you’re willing to?”
“Willing. Able. Don’t have any predetermined ideas. Want to hear what you think.”
Her expression went all sweet and mellow. “Sounds like you are planning for a mission. Collecting facts and opinions.”
“Maybe. But talking with you about anything is easy. And when I’m here and we can, if I’m not talking to you, I am damn well fucking you. Correction. Making love to you.”
“I know.” She sank down in his lap, all curled up nice and tight against his heart where she should be. One of her hands stole up to twirl his long hair around her forefinger. “I love you, Zeus.”
“Let’s go to bed, babe.”
She pushed back and examined him. “Don’t you want to talk more about this?”
“Sure. But I’ve missed you all day. It’s cold outside. You need warming up and I am the man to do it.”
“You’re really in no hurry to talk about this?”
“Are you in a hurry to decide?”
“No, I want us to go through all the issues together.”
“Me, too. While I’m on leave, we have at least two more months to talk about this. Maybe more. We have lots of time, months and years, when you might want to walk a baby carriage and I might no longer be a SEAL. We’ll change, grow older, wiser maybe. But you and I are never going to be done.”
Grinning, she got to her feet and put out her hand to help him up. “I love when you say that.”
“Come on then, Mrs. Calderon. Let me repeat it in bed.”
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