Kissing Her

A knock sounds at the door, alerting me that room service is here. I ordered something for Ragnar and me, and he should be back any minute now. He said it wouldn’t be too long.

I open the door to see a young man about my age standing there with a cart of covered dishes. His eyes go round for a moment and I look down.

“Crap!” I say as I close my robe. I’m not naked under it. I have on a very tiny red silk teddy. I wanted Ragnar to unwrap me when he got home since Christmas was going to come early for both of us. “Sorry,” I add, making sure it’s tied tight.

“No need to be sorry.” He smiles at me and winks.

“Sweet Bee. Go into the bedroom.” My eyes snap to Ragnar, who’s standing in the hallway. I hadn’t seen him when I opened the door for the food.

“Sorry, sir,” the young man tells him as he leaves the cart and runs away.

“Ragnar,” I warn so he doesn’t go after the poor guy. It was my fault that I hadn’t noticed my robe was open. “If you didn’t leave me alone you would have reminded me to close my robe.”

He narrows his eyes at me and I instantly get wet. I don’t think that’s how I’m supposed to respond to his warning glare.

“I ordered our favorites. Bring it in—I’m eating for three.” I fight a smile as I turn around and walk back into our suite.

“You’re going to get it, wife.”

I laugh when he grabs me and turns me to face him. He kisses me hard, stealing the breath from me. Yeah, Ragnar can be scary to others, but I’m not scared of him. He might get jealous of my accidental slip, but he knows it was an accident. I’m still shy as can be when it comes to other people.

“I guess I’ll have to make sure I never leave your side again.”

“I like the sound of that.” I stand on my tiptoes to brush my mouth against his to get another taste of him. “Now go get my food.”

He laughs against my lips before turning and pulling the cart into the room. He places the plates on the table while I uncover each dish and the room fills with the scent of food.

“Remove the robe, Bee,” he demands, and I pull at the tie, letting it drop away.

He sits at the head of the table and pats his lap for me to come sit down. I do because he always enjoys feeding me.

“I know I should wait until tomorrow.” He pulls out a velvet box and opens the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with his name on it.

“I know you talked about getting a tattoo to match mine, but I don’t think I can bear to watch you get one done.” His face looks pained thinking about it.

He got my name tattooed on him while we were in France. I always love tracing his tattoos with my finger when we lie in bed and it feels surreal seeing my name branded on him. It meant more to me than he’ll ever know. I mentioned getting one, too, because I wanted him to have this feeling, but if a necklace with his name on it is what he craves, then it’s what I’ll wear.

He puts it on me and traces the necklace with his finger like I do with his tattoo. “I love it,” I say and lean in to kiss him again.

“Love you too, little Bee.” He digs his fingers into my hair, deepening the kiss. “I’m going to feed you and then I’m going to spank your ass for giving that little shit a peepshow.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I sigh, knowing this is going to be a perfect Christmas eve.

He laughs against my mouth again because we both know I enjoy his spankings more than I should.

“With you it’s always wonderful, Bee.” He brings a bite of food to my mouth and I open for him. It’s wonderful with him, too.

Epilogue

Ragnar

Ten years later…

“Birthday parties for twins must be so hard to plan.”

I look at the woman and try to remember what her name is. Bee is so good with keeping all the kids’ parents straight, and I know if I call her something it’s going to be the wrong thing.

“My wife handles everything.” I scan the room to see where she’s gotten to, but I’m sure she’s playing hostess and making sure everyone is having a good time.

“Bee sure is busy.” She laughs at her own joke as she moves closer to me. “It must be hard with a wife who is always taking care of everyone else’s needs.”

“How so?” I’m genuinely confused. How could having an amazing wife be a hardship?

“I just speak from experience is all.” She places her hand on my arm and I stare down at it. Why the hell is she touching me? “My ex-husband was always doing so much for everyone else and then I realized he was doing most of it to the babysitter.”