Theo clicked his fingers in front of his wife’s face. “Hm?” She looked up at him with doe-like eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her expression serene. She seemed to have trouble concentrating on the smallest thing. Theo fucking loved it. “Waitress is waiting for your drink order.” “Oh.” Her gaze traveled to the waitress who stood with her pen poised. “Sorry. I’ll have…” She chewed her bottom lip. “I’ll have the passion fruit margarita.” Theo’s heart dropped. Apparently going down on his wife and making her come three times wasn’t enough to inspire her to order a bottle of red. He asked for a Corona. “Struggling to focus?” he asked when the waitress left. She flashed him a lazy, satisfied smile. “I’m struggling to do anything that doesn’t involve melting into my chair and humming in satisfaction.” “Hum away, babe.” There was very little sexier than the way Zoey hummed when she was physically sated. The sensual, melodic purr was Theo’s reward for a job well done.
