Faithfully (Club Decadence) by Maddie Taylor Read Free Book Online

in the bedroom?
    “That’s sex, Jo.   I have never had any complaints in that department, you know that. I’m talking about emotional intimacy so we can have trust, respect and honesty between us.”
    “ I thought we already did.  Those things are fine and I guess that doesn’t sound scary after all.  I guess I don’t really understand so I’ll wait anxiously for your list. Can I make one too?”
    “ Of course, but I have veto power.”
    “As always El presidente , as always.”  That earned her another swat on the rear before they ended up in a full make-out session on the couch.  Peter was in the process of unfastening Jo’s front hook bra when four year old Callie woke up and came crying into the room.  Both were relieved they hadn’t really gotten down to business yet and put their amorous thoughts aside to tend to their oldest child.  She had a tummy ache and after Mommy gave her some Bepto-Bismal, she insisted that Daddy hold her until she fell back to sleep.
    By the time Peter got her settled, Joanna was off in dream land.  He stripped and climbed into bed beside her.  Finding her in an annoying cotton nightie made him think of the first entry on his list of house rules;  If you're in bed, you better be naked.  He made sure the baby monitor was on so he could hear the kids, then struggled trying to get the nightgown off without waking Jo.  Over her head was impossible so he did the next best thing; he ripped it down the back with his strong hands.  “That was easy,” he whispered in the silent room before he slipped the rent material off her arms, wadded it up in a ball and then made a two-point shot in the waste basket across the room.  “Damn thing was ugly, anyway.” 
    He then spooned along his wife’s back fitting his semi-erect cock snugly into the juncture of her thighs.  Taking a long arm, he wrapped her up tight, cupping a hand beneath one of her full breasts.  She sighed in her sleep and relaxed into his warmth. “God, it’s good to be home.”  After he whispered that bit of gratitude, he dropped off to sleep.

 
     
    Chapter Four
    Washington, DC  1999
     
     
     
    The front door squeaked loudly as Joanna pushed it open.  Struggling to keep the pile of binders, papers and promotional material from landing on the floor, she kicked the door closed behind her with her heel.  Crossing to the entry table, she dropped her burden, putting her purse on the floor and her keys in the bowl.  It was then she saw Peter’s truck keys and excitedly call for her husband. 
    “Honey, are you here already?”
    “I'm in the living room, babe.”
    Kicking off her shoes she ran eagerly down the hall, sliding on the slick hardwood floor in her stocking feet.  As she turned in the archway, she saw him in jeans and a tight tee seated on the couch going through his mail.  His feet were bare and propped up on the coffee table beside a half-empty bottle of Budweiser.   Squealing excitedly, she crossed the room and launched herself into his arms.  “I wasn’t expecting you until Friday.  You should have called.  I would have made dinner and had the kids stay in.”
    Dropping the mail on the end table, he hauled her into his arms for a full body hug.  He inhaled expecting to find the light citrus smell of her shampoo, but then wrinkled his nose in distaste.  “You smell like smoke...Where have you been?”
    “There was a Safe House planning meeting at Richard’s.  He’s frantic about opening another shelter at the end of the month.  This one is going to serve teens between eighteen and twenty-one.”    Sniffing her sleeve she complained, “P.U., I stink.  It’s on my clothes.  You know, for well-educated philanthropists most of the other board members smoke like chimneys.” 
    “And in your hair.”
    “Want to shower with me?”
    “Absolutely, I’ve missed you and don’t want you out of my sight.”
    “Me too, honey.  It seemed like a month but was only eight