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The air is crisp, and I can smell spices coming from the house. Whatever’s cooking in there smells really, really good.
But not as good as the real treat waiting for me.
“But this is our house,” Emily says as she turns to me with wide eyes. “We’re trick-or-treating here?”
“That’s right,” I say, grabbing her and Adrian’s hands. “I wanted to save the best for last.”
They break away from me and run toward Emma as she opens the front door.
My God. This woman is so fucking gorgeous. She takes my breath away.
Her hair is swept up into a bun on the top of her head with wavy tendrils falling around her temples. Her makeup is minimal, and her big, blue eyes are sparkling as she looks down at our kids with pride and adoration.
She’s wearing an all-back sleeveless jumpsuit that looks like it’s painted onto her body. She’s wearing a black apron and a black cape to cover herself up now, but after we put the kids to bed, I’m ripping everything off of her.
The kids wrap their arms around her as they scream and laugh. I stand at the sidewalk and watch, admiring how my wife shows so much love to our kids.
“Slow down, slow down!” she says in her beautiful, airy voice. “When you’re trick-or-treating, what are you supposed to say when someone opens their door for you?”
“Trick or treat!” the kids say as they hold out their orange buckets.
Emma grabs two candy bars from a table just inside the door.
“Hm,” she says thoughtfully, eyeing our kids with a little smile playing on her lips. Her gaze shifts between them. “I happen to have my last two treats right here.”
She drops them in the buckets, and the kids wrap their arms around her. She lets out a little oomph as her gaze travels to mine and she wraps her arms around the kids.
“Now go inside and put your PJs on. I have to talk to your father.”
Then run inside, their footsteps pattering up the stairs as Emma rests her raised elbow against the doorframe.
“Did any hot dads come by with their kids?” I say from the sidewalk. I cross my arms over my chest.
“Not that I noticed,” she says, brushing a loose piece of hair over her shoulder. That sweet and airy voice is now turning seductive.
I pace toward her, and the world disappears. It’s all about her.
“Trick or treat,” I say, rubbing my hands together. I pick her up and spin her around.
“I’ve heard those words all evening,” she says as she bites her lip. “They’re starting to lose meaning. Trick. Treat. Trick. Treat. It’s all starting to sound the same to me.”
“Then let me say it a little slower.”
My hand slides to the front of her neck, and I untie her cape, making it fall to the ground. It makes a cascading sound as it lands on the leaf-blanketed paving stones.
“Oops,” she says, her eyes dreamy.
“Trick or treat?” I repeat, slower this time as I grab her chin. She tilts her head back and presses the tip of her tongue to the corner of her lips.
“Say it again, babe,” she whispers.
A huge, pure, fucking happier-than-happy smile spreads across her lips.
“Trick,” I say, squeezing her ass, “or treat?”
“What are you going to do if I don’t give you a treat?” she says. “Cover my house with shaving cream? Decorate the front lawn with toilet paper?”
“No, I’m going to tease you until you’re going out of your mind to give me the treat I earned.”
