Page 2 of The Addendum

“I’m not anxious at all. I’ll still consult if needed. I plan on golfing. Sailing. Spending lots of time with my wife. Extended trips to Ontario to see my girls. Visiting with Gavin and Amanda. Finally having enough time to go to England to see Penny and Philip and tour around. Meet my new grandchild.” I tugged off my tie and loosened the collar of my shirt, rubbing the back of my neck. “I guess I understand Heather. I wasn’t ready until now. I’ve always loved my job, but I want to concentrate on us. Our family. Watch our grandkids grow. Spoil you.”

“I can get on board with that.”

I threw back my head in amusement. “I’ve been trying to spoil you for over thirty years, Katy. I doubt you’ll let me now.”

“You might be surprised.”

With a smile, I slipped my hand into my pocket and held out a box. “How about we start right now?”

“Richard,” she admonished quietly. “What is that?”

“My retirement gift to you.”

“I’m supposed to get you a gift.”

“You know I like to do things my way.” I pressed the box into her hand. “Take it.”

She set down her wine and opened the box. Inside, the slim, stylish watch glimmered against the dark lining. My wife still loved to wear an old-fashioned timepiece. She was one of the rare people who didn’t always keep her cell phone with her and preferred to glance at her wrist to see the time. She lifted out the watch, admiring the delicate white-gold bracelet. The small diamonds that surrounded the squared face of the wristwatch twinkled under the patio lights that had come on once the sun began to set. I smiled as she turned it over, knowing the words on the back would make her emotional.

Katy -

Now it’s our time

RVR

She looked up, tears in her eyes. “I love it,” she murmured, her voice thick.

I helped her put it on, showing her the safety chain and double latch. She admired it on her wrist. I knew she would love it. Elegant and beautiful—just like her.

She leaned up on her toes, cupping my face and pressing her mouth to mine. I caught her around the waist, pulling her close and kissing her back. She tasted of wine and sweetness—and Katy. She hummed against my mouth, sliding her hands up my shoulders and wrapping her arms around my neck.

Even after all this time, all the years spent together, kissing her was one of my favorite things. She had brought me to life with her kisses and gentle touches years ago, and I still felt reborn with her in my arms.

“How about we go inside and celebrate?” I grinned against her mouth. “You, me, naked in our bed.”

“I thought you’d never ask, Mr. VanRyan.”

I lifted her into my arms, heading inside, suddenly anxious to have her all alone in the privacy of our bedroom. To feel her skin on mine. To hold her, taste her, and bury myself inside her warmth. To lose myself with her. Because when we were together was when I truly found myself.

* * *

Katy under me was always a pleasure. Katy riding me was a gift. One I wanted over and over again. I loved being able to watch her. See the pleasure on her face as she orgasmed. See the way our bodies moved together. Fluid and easy. In sync.

In our room, she had taken control, tugging off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt quickly. She yanked on the belt, the sound of the zipper lowering erotic in the room. She pushed down my pants, wrapping her hand around my hard cock as she nuzzled my neck, nipping at the skin.

“I want to be on top.”

“You can have anything you want, sweetheart,” I growled. “Just don’t stop touching me.”

She pushed me back on the bed, and I watched as she pulled off the pretty dress she was wearing, exposing the sexy lacy blue lingerie that glowed against her skin.

“Is that new?” I asked, tracing my fingers over the delicate edge.

“I bought it for you. I know it’s not a watch…” She trailed off with a wink.

“It’s better,” I finished, reaching for her and removing my gift quickly. It was even better on the floor.

I tugged her to my chest, kissing her, loving the feeling of her on my body. Our mouths moved, our lips molded together, the kisses becoming deeper, wetter. Longer. Harder. Just the way she liked when she was in this mood. I let her take control, enjoying her slightly aggressive side.