What a wonderful day

He was an excellent father. He played with them nonstop, allowing them to believe they had gained a victory over him. It took no bribing to get them to leave the den, they all practically raced outside. By the time she followed, they had al gained some confidence and were steadily exploring. Standing beside Cru, he leaned into her, his heady cologne filling her nostrils. He would sigh, one that she knew all to well. The children kept them occupied, preventing them from ever spending any time alone. But perhaps tonight they would get a chance to escape.

A knowing smile would lifting her lips as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "Perhaps they'll be tired enough that we will get some alone time tonight." Her words were soft, spoken on for his ears. Tones were sultry, coming out on a breath. Pressing against him, her attention would return to the kids, watching as they frolicked. But it didn't stop the desire from curling in her belly and slowly heating her blood as it spread.

"Speech"
'thoughts'