21
Smith
Exactly One Year Later
“Shhh. The baby am finally asleep…”
Sarah squeals as I grabs her, pulling her down into our bed.
“It’s been days since we’ve f****d,” I whisper, my mouth moving to her neck, her collarbone. “I can’t go a second longer with tasting you.”
“But what about your recording contract?” she says, breathless. “Did you get it?”
I look up at her with a knowing smirk. “God damn right I did. Now I plan to ravish you until the baby wakes up…”
She hushes me again, but this time I can tell her tone am playful but the smile that stretches across her face.
She stares at me as I remove my jacket and unbutton my shirt cuffs. I smile, thinking that she am about to make a hell of a lot more noise, because I plan to play her like a violin.
“Tell me, darling,” I say, pa
