~Dedicated to the hard-working, passionate man that is my inspiration. You are always with me, deep in my heart. ~
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After yet another long tiring day at work, I finally arrive home. The cottage is in darkness but I can hear the delighted cries of my pets as the key turns in the lock, and I am greeted by a flurry of little furry faces demanding their evening meal. Despite my exhaustion, I can't help smiling as I scoop up a wriggly pup and accept her kisses as I dish up for us all.
When the chores are finished and the pets are safely tucked up in their beds, I flop down on to the couch with a cup of tea, ready to catch up the day on the internet. I read of career developments, relationship breakdowns, childish arguments, then attempt to reply to a few emails from old friends, but my mind is distracted by the thought of curling up in my warm bed and getting some much needed sleep..
Tiredness finally takes over, and I sleepily pad into my darkened bedroom, yawning as I slip my clothes off my aching body. Gazing at my dusky reflection in the mirror, I run my hands over my warm skin. Life and two pregnancies have changed my shape from the lithe, toned teenager I once was... Softness has gathered on my hips and tummy, a light spattering of silvery stretchmarks define where my son and daughter left their short-lived marks, and the scars of my career dot across my arms and legs. I let my hand rest on the curve of my hip as the cool breeze from the window chills the room. My nipples crinkle in response and I laugh softly to myself as my breasts return to their former pert selves.
As I slip in between the covers, the cats rearrange themselves around me and the heat from their bodies warms me up as I relax. I feel my limbs growing heavier and a smile glances from my face as I know what the coming dreamful sleep will bring...
As always, he hands me my morning cuppa as I sit bleary-eyed at my desk. I murmur my thanks as my gaze meets his. The freckled skin at the corners of his beautiful blue eyes creases as he smiles at me before moving into the office to check the days schedule, and I am left sipping my coffee trying to focus on my own work ignoring the butterflies stirring inside me and the growing moistness between my legs.
The morning passes swiftly as we work alone in unspoken harmony. As I manage the reception desk, his sweet Australian twang filters faintly through the walls as he speaks to our clients and I have to snap out of imagining that soft voice telling me sweet nothings on more than one occasion. Out of sight of the public our bodies brush together as we pass in the tiny cramped rooms, and like teenagers we grin cheekily at each other as we steal gentle, forbidden kisses before returning to the professional image we must project.