The house was quiet when Jack Quinn came in. He took his shoes off in the entryway so that he wouldn't track water into the rest of the house. He dropped his keys quietly on the counter and didn't bother to take off his coat as he looked around for Nina. He found her in the den asleep, her e-reader resting in her lap. She was still dressed in work clothes, a stylish gray suit tailored perfectly for her, expensive black pumps, and a silky burgundy blouse. Nina was a district attorney and Jack Quinn was the lucky homicide cop whom she had fallen in with ten years ago. It was their second marriage for both of them. Jack was fifty-three and Nina had just turned fifty in March and she defied the number with the same tenacity that she approached her work. She was 5'6 with perfect legs, long wavy copper colored hair, and gorgeous green-grey eyes. She'd fallen asleep with her reading glasses still on, head tilted and resting lightly against her hand. The lamp next to her emphasized the red and gold in her hair. She looked beautiful....and damn Jack had missed her.
Jack looked at her for a few moments before walking toward her. The conference had lasted four days—four days of lectures and notes and guest speakers on crime scene compliance procedures. He was glad to be home. Most men were happy to get away from their wives for a few days. But most men weren't married to a woman like Nina. Jack had called her every night and loathed his cold empty hotel room bed.
"Nina," he whispered softly, "Babe, I'm home." He ran his fingers through her hair. With a little hum, she woke up easily as she had only been dozing rather than sleeping heavily.
"Jack...." She reached up for him with a warm smile and he enveloped her in a fierce hug. She inhaled the scent of him—the citrus and spice of his cologne mixed in with the fresh scent of his shirt. He cooked; she did laundry and she always made sure his clothes smelled great. "I missed you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her mouth was soft and warm. Her kiss started out gentle and grew in intensity, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick his lips with the tip. Jack groaned and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer. He slid his hands up and down her back, then downward to squeeze her ass, molding her lower half against his groin.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "something's waking up besides little old me." Her laugh was bubbly and warm. She smiled at her handsome husband, the deep brown eyes, the salt and pepper hair.
"I told you not to wait up for me," Jack scolded her. His voice was affectionate. He loved that she had.
"When do I ever listen to you? Besides, I got in really late anyway."
"Emerson case?"
"Yes. But let's not talk about work."
"Methinks the lady has an agenda," Jack teased as he barraged her neck with a practiced assault of tiny kisses. He slid his hands over her body and with one fluid motion, he pulled off her suit jacket.
"The lady does," Nina affirmed, moving in for another kiss. Jack cupped her face and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She parted her lips for him and tilted her head. He knew exactly what she wanted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, slowly and deliberately, teasing her with gentle thrusts and intermingled swirls.
"I should put you over my knee for staying up when I told you to go to bed," he murmured to her in between hot kisses. By no means into anything ridiculously kinky, the couple did like to experiment and his beautiful, elegant classy wife liked an occasional spanking—just as much as he enjoyed giving her one.
"I was a little naughty, wasn't I?" she whispered enticingly against his mouth, still kissing him lightly. Oh yes....Nina wanted a spanking. Jack felt his dick hardening at the thought. When could he refuse her anything? Let the games begin.
Jack grabbed the one chair in the room that didn't have arms, a simple wooden chair that served as an extra seat—or sometimes for this far more delicious purpose. He removed his coat and his suit jacket and sat down. Nina watched him, flushed and fidgeting.
"Come over here, Nina." He patted his lap. "I want you right here over my knee." His voice was low, quiet.
"You can't be serious," she answered disbelievingly. It was all part of the game.
"Get your pretty little ass over here right now ...or else." Jack's baritone voice was sharp. He was a cop, after all, and he knew how to give orders in a manner that they were certain to be obeyed. For all of her intelligence and independence, Nina Quinn found it as sexy as hell when Jack's laser beam authority was directed at her. She liked to be dominated in bed, not all the time, but often enough. She loved that he knew what she needed and was unashamed to give it to her. She was a lucky woman.
"Tic toc," Jack warned his wife. "You're not going to like the consequences for keeping me waiting." And he meant it.
Nina walked over to him and knelt down on the floor beside the chair. She could see his hard on through his trousers and a trill of anticipation coursed through her body. She leaned over his lap. Jack slid his fingertips up and down her spine, enjoying the feel of her through the silk of her blouse. He skimmed his hand over her bottom, barely grazing her through her skirt, just enough so that he knew she could feel the delicate rubbing. And then he stopped touching her completely for a couple of minutes. To her, the two minutes felt like an eternity.
She squirmed against his lap and he knew that she could feel his erection pressing up against her thigh.
