"Do you want your eggs fried?", I inquired while helping him tie his necktie. It was almost lunch time and that was the quickest meal I could prepare for him.
It became our routine, me helping him dressed up before going to work. It was past eleven in the morning, and I was off-duty. Well, you know why we got up so late. He was supposed to have a meeting with some clients at nine but he was pre-occupied sleeping beside me with his gorgeus body.
Seems like both of us just couldn't resist doing the naughty frisky hot, rumble, dumble.
Oh my! I was thinking of hot love making again. Cut!
Anyhow, I was always on A.M. shift nowadays.
That was not my doing of course. For 'someone' must have informed my head nurse it was mandatory for me to work on a day shift only.
Much to my confusion and envy of my colleagues. And obviously that 'someone' was standing right infront of me. When I wasn't married yet I usually prefer nightshifts because during at night we only have less procedures and no consultants about but now it seems like I didn't have any choice in the matter.
My handsome, domineering husband wanted me to be lying beside him on our bed every night. Not that I was complaining eventhough I did get plenty of lack of sleep.
Well, again you know why.
"No, I want them being sucked", he teased and wrapped his arms around my hips.
"Oh God! Stop that", I blurted aloud. His hands were starting to roam around my body.
"What?!", he exclaimed.
"What, what?"
"What, what, what?"
I giggled.
"Don't play coy with me, Mr. Morisson."
He grinned.
"I love the way you take care of me and my juju", he shrugged.
"Your juju?!", I was outraged.
"Yes, juju. My junior", he glanced down.
Oh my God! He was referring to that tasty cock!
Hmm...
Bet his juju was paying close attention to our conversation.
I caressed him on his chest languidly.
"What does juju want now?, I gave him a sultry seductive look.
"Your tight and warm pussy", he hissed.
"Mmm... But darling he needs to go to work."
"That can be arranged."
"Are you going to file a leave of absence?', me teasing.
"I could. Do you want me to?", he gave me a sly smile.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my lips just a few inches away from his.
"I'm off for three days", I whispered, licking his lips.
"Okay, three days then."
"Eric, I'm just playing with you", I giggled.
"I'm not. Let me call my assistant."
"Are you serious?!", my eyes went wide.
"Yes. You got yourself a deal."
He kissed me chastely, unwrapped his arms, took his phone and left the room.
And I was standing there alone, with my mouth agape.
He wasn't joking?! Damn!
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He really called his assistant and told her he will take the day off until the day after tomorrow. He said he wanted to prolong our wedding monthsary celebration. So that means more hot sheets to burn and more oozing sex cumming soon!
Yikes!
Just thinking of those hot lovemaking made me start dripping like a waterfall.
I smiled to myself, recalling what happened seven hours ago. When we woke up, he carried me towards the master's bedroom with both of us still in our birthday suits.
Much to my joy and mistied eyes with unshed tears, I saw his wonderful surprise.
Dozens of red roses similar as those he handed me at the hospital and various shapes of scented candles were lavishly decorated in the dim lit-bedroom.
Trying to stop making a fool out of myself by weeping, I went over and smelled the roses on top of the bedside table instead. Hoping to hide how my emotions were running raw. My heart was so overwhelmed with pure joy and happiness.
I felt like crying.
He hugged me from the back and kissed my nape.
"I want to show you how much I-I care for you Nicolaa. I want to make you happy", he whispered against my ear.
I turned around and stared at him. My heart felt a small pang of sadness because I was expecting him to say something other than that he cared for me but still it will do. At least he wanted me with him and that was all that matters.
"A-are you happy with me, baby?", he asked hesitantly.
Eric? Nervous?
I stared at him and caressed his face. He closed his eyes as if savoring my touch. I bit my lower lip.
He really did care, he cared a lot.
"Of course, I am happy Eric. You're the only man who made me feel so special."
His eyes went somber. Maybe my answer wasn't what he expected it would be, too.
Then his expression changed and he grinned boyishly.
"I was planning to show you these then give you a bubble bath before we make love but you changed my plans. You were so hot last night I can't leave you alone on fire, or you might burn our house down."
I giggled, wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him towards me. He was almost leaning on me and me clinging at him.
He was so tall.
"It seems like I acquired the Eric Dominic Morrison Disease, I'm not immune to your viral invasion", I hissed.
"Mmm... I love that."
"Love what?"
"The word invasion. It makes me want to invade your privacy. Can I invade you now?"
"You can invade me anyway you want baby", I answered in a sexy voice.
And he did.
This time we made it on the bed.
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"It's Picasso", he said quietly.
I was admiring one of the paintings hanged on the wall of the Art Gallery owned by his friend.
He brought me there when I told him I love visiting historical art paintings and that I usually visited our City's old museum.
"It's very beautiful. What's it made of?"
"Watercolors, I think. She won this through a bidding."
I arched my brows, asking him silently how much did it cost?
"Approximately about Five."
"Five hundred thousand?!"
"Five million", he grinned, awaiting for my shock reaction.
My eyes went round and I nearly choked.
Wow!
Rich people spent a lot of money just for this small painting?!
Imagine that?
I wonder how much does those bigger paintings I saw earlier costs?
Maybe more than ten million dollars?
"It's Picasso", he said again, as if it was an explanation enough why his friend spent a lot of money on it.
I nodded and glanced at the painting. I took a deep breath.
Hello, there Mr. Five Million, nice to meet you.
I said to myself.
With five million dollars, I could buy a house with that amount of money.
I looked around the gallery and noticed some women drawing closer towards us.
"Do you paint, Eric?", I asked him when I noticed him studying me.
That coral blue eyes on flames made me feel I was naked in that gallery.
I blurted that out so we could have a topic to discuss. I couldn't stand his desirable scrutiny.
He nodded.
"What do you paint? Was it modern or contemporary?"
He inserted his hands deeply into his pants pocket and took a deep breath.
"Mostly animals, nature—"
"And a very particular beautiful woman", a woman's voice resonated behind me.
We turned around and saw a petite silver-haired lady in her early sixties walking towards us.
Eric reached for her hands and smiled fondly at her.
"Josie, you're looking wonderful."
"I feel wonderful, as always", she bobbed her head backward as if to rid her lustrous hair from falling over her pretty face.
"Josephine Schwartz, I'd like you to meet my wife Nicolaa James Morrison."
"You got married?!", her smile widened. "She's very beau— Wait! Is she? You found her?!", her eyes went huge.
I frowned. My questioning eyes went straight to Eric.
What is she talking about?
Eric nodded slowly.
How-?", she was about to asked him something but he cut her off.
"When are you going back to Italy?", he changed the subject and gave her a pointed look.
"Next month, I'm just waiting for the Vatican's approval for the opening ceremony of the gallery there, then after that I'm going back to Germany. There's so many things to do that these old bones don't even have time to sleep anymore", she sighed.
"But you love traveling", he smiled fondly at her.
"Yes, but I hate the jetlag. Hey, why don't you come along with us. I know you miss it, too. Admit it", she teased. "You can bring Nicolaa along with you. Oh darling, I assure you, you'll have a marvelous time."
"I know I will but I have to decline your invitation, I'm sorry", I gave her a small apologetic smile.
"Nicolaa is a nurse", he announced proudly.
"A lovely nurse then. Did you meet him while giving him his mental medications?", Josie teased.
"Actually, she met me when I had a car accident. She gave me my second chance to live. She brought me back to life."
Eric stared at me intently.
Oh, those eyes. I can't keep my eyes off his.
Those magnetic, tantalizing...
Josie cleared her throat to get both of our attention. I looked away from him blushing profusely while he gave her a small, secretive smile.
"May I offer you some refreshments?", Josie inquired. Her eyes shining, teasing.
"Thank you Josie but we won't be long. I promised my wife I'll take her shopping afterwards."
"Huh? But I never—".
I was aghast, I didn't ask him to do that.
He squeezed my hand so I shut up.
Rude!
Josie noted the squeezing but didn't comment anymore.
"Well then, it was so great meeting you, my dear", Josie kissed my cheek and whispered. "Make him sweat his pants."
I giggled silently.
"Not that you're doing that already", she said aloud when we parted.
"Doing what?", Eric frowned.
"Taking care of you", Josie told him while winking at me.
We shared a secret. I loved her cheerful soul.
"Nicolaa takes great care of me very well... and my juju", he whispered those last three words and I was afraid Josie might hear him and she did.
She chuckled gayishly.
My eyes turned into slits of daggers, murdering him on the spot.
How rude?!
Just rude!