Desiree
My ring glittered under the light as Tate spun me around, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He reached underneath my thigh, bringing it up to his side. “Tate, what are you doing?”
“What do you think, love? I’m going to make love to my wife now.” He pulled the strap down off my shoulder, placing a soft kiss as he held me in place.
“Tate, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep carrying me around.” My hands found the back of his neck, threading my fingers in his hair.
“Sweetheart, I doubt that. Have you seen me? I’m nothing but solid muscle, babe.” Tate curved his lips, bringing my other thigh upward and placed me on the counter.
“Cocky much?” I asked, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Very much, babe. You love it though.” Dishes clattered as he swept them off the surf
