I take the long way around the garden, avoiding small talk and smaller children. In through the service entrance, I dodge the caterers and use the back stairs.
The door to our bedroom opens almost silently.
“What took you?”
Sunlight frames my wife’s form where she’s draped over the velvet bench at the bottom of our bed.
“Well, looks at you,” I murmur, remembering I have a voice as I pick my tongue up from the floor
“No, look at you, all spiffy.”
“Spiffy.”
“That’s old fashioned for as sexy as fuck.”
“You’re spiffy, too.”
“I had this thought,” she purrs, swinging her feet around, her pink painted toes touching the floor.
“Uh-huh?” I close the space between us, not sure why we’re not kissing already.
“That you might like to re-enact our wedding day.”
“Which part?”
“Any… all of it. But maybe just a taster for now. Timing,” she adds with a shrug. Her eyes fall to the parcel in my hand. “You haven’t opened your gift.”
“I’d rather open this gift,” I growl as I fall to my knees and push her knees apart. I growl as she slides her hand into my hair and tugs.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet. Down boy.” Her hand slides away though briefly cups my cheek. “Open your gift. Please?”
I pull the string and tear off the paper in haste.
“You bought me a knife?” I let my gaze wander over her, bold and possessive.
“I see you’re getting the picture,” she purrs, pressing back against the bed. “Only, instead of that tiny, white bikini, you’ll have to cut off my Spanx.”
“What the fuck are Spanx?”
“Knickers made from the same stuff as trampolines. And it’s all your fault for having so much food in the house. You’re making me fat.”
I give a long-suffering shake of my head. “You’re fucking adorable. And if you were twice the size, there would just be more of you to love.” I take her hand and pull. “Now take off your fucking dress,” I say as she stands.
One shoulder, then two, it slips and hits the floor in a shimmering pool.
“Lavender.” My hand folds around her hips, my thumb hooking under the string of her tiny white bikini.Lush and ripe and so fucking beautiful.“When you commit to an idea, you really commit.”
“I do,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes. “I really do. Forever, Raif. I hope you know that.”
“Princess, I—”
“Not now, eh? With that lot in the garden, we won’t get long. I need you.”
One flick, and the blade opens. Oneschnickand I’m eye level with her tits. She moans as I press the flat of the blade to her hard nipple.
“Careful.”
