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“Well, we do have a week’s worth of food that needs to be eaten.” And a movie to watch. Though he usually buried himself in work when Trenton was away, he’d be happy to spend an extended amount of time with Abigail.
Maybe he’d go all anti-scrooge and give his staff a couple of paid days off to finish shopping or whatever it was they needed to do in the few remaining days before Christmas.
When he shook his head to clear it, Abigail was regarding him.
“What are you thinking?”
“That maybe you’d enjoy a glass of wine while you take your bath.”
Her sigh was filled with pleasure and longing, and the gentle hint of a tease. “Are you trying to make me feel better so you can have your wicked way with me again, Sir?”
Drawing his eyebrows together, he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “That might have been a stray thought, my charming sub.”
“Stray?”She laughed. “And since I’d like to have you inside me again, I accept your offer.”
If he were the type of man to have a Christmas wish, her responses would be on the top of his list. Still, he had regard for her needs. “Unless you’d rather eat first?”
“I’m not all that hungry yet.”
“Go ahead and take your bath. Red or white wine?”
“You’re spoiling me again.”
“Get used to it.”
“In that case, a chardonnay if you have it? It pairs well with spicier foods.” She grinned. “And life in general, now that I think of it.”
“Coming up.”
Hayes pulled on a pair of casual, lightweight pants and a long-sleeve shirt before jogging down the stairs.
The sound of running water reached him.
He enjoyed having her in his home. Now the challenge was figuring out how to keep her here.
In the kitchen, he poured them each a glass of wine, then took one upstairs to her.
Abigail had piled her hair on top of her head. He had no idea how she secured it there. Such were the mysteries of women.
Her head was tipped back, and her eyes were closed. Steam from the hot water billowed around her.
“One of the loveliest sights ever.”
With a small start, she sat up. As she swept her eyes over him, she smiled. “I agree.”
“Thank you.”
“I was talking about the wine, Sir.”
Holding the stemware out of reach, he crouched, cupped his free hand, and then splashed her with water. “Looking for a spanking later?”
She shrugged. “Might be.”
“That will have to wait until tomorrow since we’re having wine.”
“Is that a promise?”
“It is.” In this moment, he’d never been happier.
