“You do realize what’s wrong with your game, right?” Obliging her, I turn and give her my back then face forward again. Even though I’m standing before her without a stitch of clothing on, it doesn’t bother me. I lost any sense of modesty years ago when my parents’ medical teams restructured my body starting at the molecular level.
Plus, the way her stare roves my naked skin tells me she’s enjoying the show. If there’s one thing I enjoy more than games, it’s pleasing my little hellion of a wife.
I straighten my shoulders and widen my stance, giving her a fully unobstructed view.
She bites her bottom lip, then swipes it with her tongue, cheeks reddening. “You’re absolute perfection.”
“I’m built to please, my queen.” I throw her a lazy grin. “And you’d better get naked before I decide to cheat and have my way with you.”
“This ismygame. Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I dare, Red, I dare.” With a slow, measured gait, I stalk in her direction.
Shrieking, she jumps to her feet, but I’m on her before she can bolt.
