Lauren was sitting on the couch reading her the latest ebook release by her favorite author when she heard the garage door opening. Smiling to herself, she tapped her finger to turn the page while she waited for her husband to come inside the house. He was home a little early, which was nice. She usually managed to make it home before him, but this time she'd only been reading for about five minutes – and she hadn't been expecting him for at least another thirty.
A few seconds later, the door between the garage and the house opened and she looked up from where she was seated on the couch. Seeing her curled up there, Simon's face immediately relaxed from its normal grumpy expression – her hubby definitely had whatever the male version of resting bitch face would be called – and relaxed into a smile.
"Hey honey," she said, uncurling from her position and setting her ebook down on the coffee table as he took off his favorite brown hat. "How was work?"
"It was a day," he replied, meeting her halfway through the room for a kiss.
She hadn't been expecting a real answer, on Fridays he liked to come home and unwind. Likely she wouldn't hear about his day today until tomorrow, but she always asked.
When their lips parted, he smiled down at her. "How was your day?"
"Not bad," she said, following him as he let her go and went to sit down in his armchair with a slight groan. Chuckling, she moved around behind the chair and began to massage his shoulders. With a much louder, although still low, groan, he leaned forward to give her better access to his tense muscles.
Digging her fingers in to his shoulder blades, Lauren worked at the knot she could feel there as she began to tell him about her day. Most people wouldn't think that being an accountant was all that interesting, but some of the things her clients did... Of course she never shared confidential information with him, as a judge he'd be pretty disapproving of that even if she wanted to, but there were always funny little stories she could tell him.
"Really?" her husband asked, laughing.
"Yup. We spent thirty minutes trying to figure out why he'd been charged an extra dollar and twelve cents on his cable bill." One of her most well-to do clients, the man had only ever had one job – which he'd barely managed to last a few days at – and had spent his life living off his trust fund. He was happy to throw his money around when he chose, but even a dollar extra on any of his bills and he had to know WHY.
"Maybe he just wanted your company," her husband teased, twisting around as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. Lauren laughed as she ended up tumbling into his lap, his arms easily catching her. Simon nuzzled the side of her neck. "I know I always do."
"Well, I hope so," she teased. "You are married to me." Which made her one lucky girl. Simon was the whole package – smart, handsome, confident without being arrogant (okay, maybe a little arrogant sometimes but deservedly so) a wicked sense of humor, great in bed, and even though he did often look grumpy he wasn't actually a grump. He was her cocky silver fox and she loved him as much now as they day she'd married him.
"Best decision I ever made," he said, sliding his hand up her shirt and making her giggle as he tipped her back for another romantic kiss. Lauren wrapped her hand around the back of her neck to keep her from feeling like she was falling as she opened her mouth to him, her body coming alive as his tongue swept into her mouth and his hand closed over her breast.
It wasn't often that Simon came home amorous immediately, but she certainly didn't mind when he did.
She kissed him back passionately, her fingers sliding into his hair. He'd turned grey early, but it looked good on him, making him appear handsomely distinguished. She hummed in the back of her throat as his hand caressed her breast, making the little bud of her nipple harden and swell inside of her bra.
And she couldn't help giggling again when he couldn't get the cup of that particular garment down. Simon hated bras. Well, Simon hated her bras.
His hand slid out from underneath her shirt and Lauren squeaked as she found herself being lifted up in his arms. The hand in his hair slid down as she threw her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing?" she scolded. "You shouldn't be carrying something as heavy as me!"
Simon's dark eyes skewered her with a look as he started towards their bedroom – since the master bedroom was on the first floor it wasn't far away at least. "Woman, you'd better not be putting yourself down."
