Half past two. If she didn’t get tied up at her parents, she should be ready to get back on the road. Hell, if she was looking forward to this weekend half as much as he was, she was already on her way. He’d made one stop. This was the last one before he could head home, too. A long weekend, alone at home, without the kids, he’d been thinking about it for weeks. And every time he did, he pictured his wife’s tight ass and how much he wanted to slide his cock into it. He got hard just thinking about it. All he had to do was persuade her to let him. He had a plan for that, and he had the whole weekend to work on it. They had time. Even if she said no – he fought disappointment at that thought – they’d still be able to have better sex than they’d both gotten used to lately. And if she said yes, well... The tired looking woman behind the counter called his number, and he shifted to ease the tightness in his slacks. Thank God he could hold his suit jacket in front of him or he’d scare the other deli patrons.
