Cheyenne felt a bit guilty looking forward to their night out alone. She wanted to dress as sexy as hell, knocking mr. Bon Jovi’s feet right from under him.
She knew by now it would be some classy restaurant and dressing up would definitely be required.
She had a luxurious scented bath, drying her hair so it cascaded down her back into a glorious, shiny mass of curls. Jon loved her hair like that.
She took meticulous care with her make up, smiling to herself in the mirror when she gave herself the once over. She had a little more here and there after the pregnancy but it was alright, she could live with it.
Jon went into the bathroom just after she came out, assuring her that the nanny was here and that the twins were happily playing in dreamland.
She made a last round before leaving, staying longer than usual to try and avoid Jon for as long as possible. She knew that if she stayed in that bedroom they would never make it out the door.
The nanny had excused herself to make herself some coffee. Cheyenne was staring at the two cherubs asleep in the crib when a sharp intake of breath made her turn around.
“Holy fucking hell baby. What are you trying to do to me. Kill me?”
His eyes raked up and down her slim form, stopping at her ample breasts spilling over the black dress.
“Are you sure you gave birth to twins a few weeks back?”She lifted her chin proudly.
“Well I do have a little tummy now and a few extra….Jon!”
He had reached her in a blinding speed, his arms snaked out, yanking her against his hard wall.
“Shhhhhhh….you are so damn beautiful, I could eat you.”
His tongue flicked out, teasing her lips apart. His scent enveloped her, putting her under his spell. He licked at her lips, nipped at her jaw, sending her body into a frisson of pleasure.
Her hands clutched at his wet hair, her nipples stabbing into his chest causing her to moan slightly.
“Jon…the nanny is gonna be her any minute now.”
“Fuck why did I make reservations?”, he mumbled to himself
She laughed at the hopeless look on his handsome face.
He stepped back, fighting to get his emotions under control, he grabbed her hand and headed for the door.
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