I fuckin’ loved when she wore that.
All of her womanly goods were on display, and it turned me on beyond belief.
“You’re home early,” she said as she spared a second to pat Smoke on the head and give him a piece of bacon.
He crunched it up and went to where Nicky was eating his dinner, making a damn fine mess while he did.
I kissed my boy on his cheek, which happened to be the only clean spot, then went to my girl.
“How was work?” I asked as I pulled her close.
“No work today, remember?” she said. “We’re off for the Christmas holidays.”
I grinned. “Oh yeah.” That grin fell. “Then if you weren’t at work this morning, where were you?”
She blinked innocently at me. “Christmas shopping is really hard when you have a toddler that likes to have nap time at ten. That means that you get up early to get things done as to not disrupt that.”
That was true as hell.
Nikki kept my kid on a damn fine schedule. The only problem was, sometimes that schedule meant that we couldn’t do other things. Like be out in the middle of the day because my kid liked his sleep.
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “What’d you get me?”
She pressed her mouth to my neck. Then bit me.
“You’ll just have to wait to see, Saint Nick.”
I pinched her ass. “Not funny.”
She snickered. “Sure it was.”
I pulled her into my erection. “How much time is left until dinner is ready?”
She smacked me again. “He needs a bath. He needs to finish eating. And then he needs to get put to bed. You’ll have to wait, mister.”
I sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”
She pulled out of my arms and went to the stove. “Though just sayin’, but tonight’s your night to get him to bed. If you can get that done earlier, who am I to complain?”
She batted her eyelashes at me innocently.
I narrowed mine. “Is six too early to put him to bed?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Yes, Saint. It is. Go play and feed your boy while I get food ready for you.”
I did what she said.
And it was as I was watching her bustling around the kitchen while Nicky jabbered to me that I realized this was what paradise felt like.
I had everything that I could ever ask for.
“I love you, Carolina,” I said to my wife.
She looked over at me as she licked the beaters. “I love you, too.”
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