I shoot him a quizzical look.
He reaches and grips my chin. He stares into my eyes as though he’s peering into my soul. “So you missed me, kitten?”
“I’ve confessed that much.”
“Just checking.”
“It was hard to fall asleep alone in your massive California King bed.”
“It was hard falling asleep next to your warm, sexy body, and not wake you up.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I knew it was a temporary situation and it wouldn’t have been fair to wake you up at three in the morning for sex.” He taps the tip of my nose with his finger.
I smile.
“I have a gift for you,” he says.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Do I have to have an occasion to buy my wife a gift?”
“No,” I say. “It’s unexpected, that’s all.”
Something dangerous veils his eyes. “Lucky for us you’re wearing the perfect outfit for the gift.”
I frown and glance down at my pretty, feminine white blouse and hot pink midi skirt combo. “I don’t follow.”
He gives me a onceover. “Pants would’ve made things a lot more… complicated.”
“I get it’s cocktail hour somewhere in the world, but surely you’re not drunk.” I laugh.
He doesn’t.
“No. I’m not drunk.”
That pantie-melting look again.
My senses tingle.
“What are you up to, Mr. König?”
“It will all make sense in a minute, Mrs. König.”
“Okay.”
“I got you this.” He shifts on the desk and grabs something behind him.
“What’s—” I stop midsentence when he produces a small bottle of lube and a small cone-shaped object. “Is that what I think it is?”
“I don’t read minds, kitten.”
“Is that a butt plug?”
“It is,” he says, a wicked grin stretching his lips.
I let out a shuddering exhale.
