He was dog tired and really hoped that as soon as they hit the bed they wouldn’t fall asleep right away. A wisp of a smile crossed his lips and he scooped Marx up into his arms. He felt the dampness of her pants and set her down. “I think you need to take those of before you get into bed.” An amused look danced into his eyes at the thought of seeing her squeeze out of wet pants.
Sitting on the edge of the bed at first he waited and stifled a yawn. Their day was done and they had much more to discuss in the morning. For now all he could think about, besides seeing who she would get out of the pants she was wearing, was holding her close and spooning her body as they slept.