After an endless tangle of passionate kisses, Wayne and Rosalynn's breaths were heavy. Wayne rested his forehead against hers, tipping his head down and gently nudging her nose with his. "Feels like a dream," he murmured.
Rosalynn chuckled softly and without skipping a beat, playfully nibbled on his lower lip before teasingly asking him, "Does that hurt? If it does, then you're not dreaming."
"Sweetheart, that was too soft. Try a little harder," Wayne whispered huskily into her ear, clearly enjoying her playful dominance.
Rosalynn laughed, her arms wrapped around his neck. "The kids have no idea you're back."
Wayne paused, taken aback.
Rosalynn continued, "I told them I was on a business trip for a week. And that I'd bring back the gifts they've been dying to have."d2
A week?
Wayne gently pushed her back and asked, "So we have a whole week to ourselves?"
"If that's too much for you..."
Before Rosalynn could finish her sentence, Wayne's lips crashed onto hers, and he showered her face with kisses, exclaiming, "Not at all! It's not too much at all!"
"But," Rosalynn teased, taking hold of Wayne's chin with a playful and ambiguous smile. She leaned back slightly, tilting her head as she gazed into his eyes. "Mr. President, you've just recovered from a serious illness... Are you sure you can manage?"
Wayne's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze locked onto her as if he could devour her whole in the next moment. He took her hand and placed it on his abdomen.
His abs were still there, firm and defined.
"Darling, you'll see," he said confidently.
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