How he manages to know what I want before I do, I’ll never know.
Ever since our first Christmas together, we have ordered Chinese food to enjoy while we decorate. I don’t know why, but it’s become our tradition.
The clock chimes, and I see the time.
I have about an hour before he comes home. An idea starts to form in my mind, and I smile.
It’s time to get ready and surprise him with a little outfit I picked up the other day.
* * *
The soundof Christmas music greets me as I walk into the house. After the day I’ve had, I’d love nothing more than to turn it off and sit down with a stiff drink and spend time with my woman, with the only sound happening throughout the house being her moans.
But somehow, my self-proclaimed Grinch self married one of Santa’s helpers. For Cleo, though, I’ll paste on a smile because it makes her happy.
After dropping my keys in the bowl by the door, I continue through the house searching for the reason my heart beats after dropping the food off in the kitchen. As I walk into the living room, I come to a stop and lean against the doorway with my hands in my pockets.
She’s wearing a navy-blue silk dress that would take me two seconds to tear off her, with her hands in the air, spinning in a circle.
Cleo is fucking breathtaking. Just looking at her makes all of the bullshit from today slip away. None of it matters.
She’s the only thing that ever matters.
“Ah!” Cleo screeches when she sees me, her hand flying to her chest. “Haruaki Takahashi, you fucking scared me!”
“Language,” I chastise with a smirk on my face.
Cleo scoffs. “I should put a bell on you. What are you doing standing over there watching me like a creeper?”
Pushing off the wall, I walk toward her. As soon as she’s within reach, I pull her into me, and her hands come up to my chest, resting on the lapels of my jacket.
“Last I checked, I’m your husband, not a creeper, and I didn’t know it was a crime to watch what’s mine.”
“Tomato, tomahto.” She smiles as she stands up on her tiptoes.
I meet her halfway and place my lips on hers. The kiss is nice and slow, and full of promise of what’s to come.
“This is new,” I say as I finger the flimsy strap that would take me two seconds to rip off her.
“Do you like it? I picked it up the other day when I was out.”
“I’ll like it more once it’s on the floor.”
I smile as a beautiful blush covers Cleo’s cheeks.
I’ve spent the last several years corrupting the fuck out of my wife, but I don’t think she will ever stop blushing when I tease her, and I fucking love it.
“I’m sure I could be convinced to take it off…later once we’re done decorating.”
I grunt as I pull away. “Tell me where you want me.”
A tiny smile plays on her lips. “You know, if you're good, I might let you take me next to the Christmas tree.”
I adjust my glasses as I think it over.
I wonder if she would let me tie her up with a string of lights. Or maybe garland, although that might rub her wrists raw.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” She laughs.
