Gerrard’s POV
After I made love to my wife twice more, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her body that I could, I finally allowed my woman to leave the bed. I only allowed her to go far enough that she could use the bathroom and throw on some leggings and a top, before ushering her into the living area and onto a stool across the worktop from me as I went about making her dinner.
I hum a tune to myself as I move around the kitchen, taking out everything I need as the coffee machine gurgles, producing that vile swill that my woman calls a drink. When it beeps, I take it out, sliding it over to her before leaning over the worktop and pressing my lips to hers. Damn, I cannot stop kissing her, and as she opens to me, my chest squeezes because she’s finally realising what I already k
