SpiceMeUp by Renee Field Page A

been misplaced. Lately it seemed as if Tasha were
slipping from him. The children, as young as they were—eight and ten—demanded
their attention. And what little time they had together was often spent on other
things, like trying to get some basic repairs finished around the house they’d
bought a year ago. What he wouldn’t give for those early carefree days of his
marriage when it was him and Tasha and they could have wild monkey sex whenever
they wanted.
    Slipping off his clothes in the bathroom, he folded them out
of habit. Padding across the floor, he tripped on that damn cat his wife, who
had a heart as big as Texas, had brought home. His knee bumped the side of the
door hard and with a muffled curse he barely resisted kicking the cat.
    “You okay?” Tasha’s sleep-induced, husky voice stroked
through him.
    Getting into bed, he snuggled close to her, enjoying her
body heat and the feel of her ass tucked tight to him. “Sorry to wake you, hon.
I’m okay. Tripped over that damn cat.”
    “Cleopatra.”
    “What?”
    “I named the cat Cleopatra.”
    “Fitting,” said Mack, resisting the urge to run his hands
across his wife’s breasts. Spooned as they were, it would be so easy to fill
one of his hands with their weight. He loved his wife’s figure, but lately she bemoaned
how big they’d become after the last baby. They could never be too big if you
asked him. Then again he was a hot-blooded male. She turned to face him and the
sweet smell of her lilac perfume hit him. She didn’t usually wear perfume and
knowing she’d gone the extra mile to entice him made his cock stir.
    “Is it okay if we keep her?”
    Tasha turned over to snuggle closer to him. “Keep
who?” asked Mack, his mind drifting to the image of him tucking Tasha
underneath him. She moved her rump and wiggled against him and he made damn
sure she felt his erection press into her back.
    “The cat. We’re keeping her.”
    “I figured that out the day you brought her home.”
    Tasha giggled and then bless his wife, she took matters into
her own hands. Bringing his arm around her side, she laid his hand on her
breast and after twelve years together if that wasn’t an invitation for sex he
was flat-out stupid.
    Through the black silky teddy she wore, he teased her nipple,
wishing he could see her dusty-rose-colored bud. She moaned and then turned
into his arms, and Mack was more than ready for those sweet lips of hers. But
instead of kissing him as he anticipated, she pulled back the blankets, and sat
up.
    “I read this book earlier and the writer talked all about
anticipation.”
    “What?” he asked, as both hands cupped her breasts.
    She leaned over him and he waited once again for her kiss.
Kisses he loved. His wife could literally make him come just from those
deep-throated kisses that robbed him of breath but made everything else in him
come alive and kicking.
    “The writer said anticipation, like good foreplay, is magic
in itself when it comes to adding some spice to a relationship.”
    Mack wasn’t sure what to say to that. It sounded like a lot
of woman-talk for no-sex and that didn’t sound good to him. “Listen, honey,
about tonight. I’m really sorry I was late.”
    “I know.”
    “So you’re not mad.”
    “Just disappointed but I’m okay with it. I’m glad you’re
home now. But I want to try something different.”
    With only the full moon shining through the crack of the
bedroom curtains Tasha couldn’t see Mack raise his eyebrows. Different could
be good. A few wicked ideas jumped to mind but he quickly dismissed them.
Tasha, his wife of over a decade, was and always would be sweet and pure. She
wasn’t the type of woman to play it wild and that had been her appeal to the
once-wild Mack who’d been known to play the field with more than one woman at a
time. Tasha wasn’t like that. Worry and a bit of excitement nudged into Mack.
Maybe Tasha wanted something more. More worry wormed its way through