The Plan: Part IV
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An R.L. Mathewson
“Why don’t we get more comfortable?”
“And how would you suggest we do that?” Zoe asked as she reached for Trevor’s belt buckle and pulled it loose.
Chuckling, Trevor toed off his boots and reached back and pulled his shirt off. “I thought we’d put that hot tub to good use,” he suggested with that incredibly sexy smile that still had the power to take her breath away.
“There’s a hot tub?” she asked, smiling as she unsnapped his jeans and reached for his zipper.
“Mmmhmm,” he murmured only to groan when her knuckles brushed against the large bulge straining against his pants when she slowly pulled his zipper down.
“Where?” she asked, taking her time as she pushed his pants open.
“The deck,” he said, gently cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“That sounds nice,” she said, loving the idea of relaxing in a hot tub with her husband without having to worry about the kids, dogs, work, or any one of the hundreds of things that were waiting for her attention back home.
“Why don’t you can change into your suit?” he asked, teasingly brushing his lips against hers.
“My suit?” she asked, pushing his jeans down.
“Mmmhmm, and while you’re changing into your suit, I’ll get the champagne and strawberries that the realtor promised to leave in the refrigerator. How does that sound?” Trevor said as he pushed his pants down the rest of the way.
“Or, we could just go outside and slip into the hot tub without the suit,” she suggested, deciding not to mention the towel that she fully planned on wrapping herself in or the fact that every light from the bathroom to the deck was going to be turned off before she set foot in that hot tub.
“I really liked seeing you in that suit,” Trevor whispered seductively as he ran his hands down her neck, over her breasts, down her sides, over her bottom and-
“Go put the suit on,” he said with a wicked smile as he turned her around, gave her ass a gentle swat that had her wincing because she really didn’t want to put that suit on.
Then again, maybe she could incorporate the suit into her original plan? she thought as she reluctantly grabbed her bag and headed towards what she thought was a bedroom. Knowing that time was a factor here, because she knew her husband well enough to know that he would make sure that she was putting the suit on, she quickly changed, reluctantly put the suit on that she was planning on throwing in the trash before they left, wrapped the largest towel that she could find around herself, and left the bathroom, turning off every light along the way until she was stepping onto that deck and-
“I love you,” the man that she loved more anything said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him as he pulled the towel loose, completely destroying all her plans.