Dozen

“What the hell?” I mutter when I don’t see my Kindle on the nightstand. I slip off the bed and look under it before I start pulling back the covers.

“Looking for this?” My head jerks up at the sound of Mikael’s deep, sexy voice. He’s in his normal suit, but he has my Kindle in his hand. I mean, I didn’t think my husband could look more handsome, but I was wrong.

I start to grow wet. The man has trained my body or something. I see him and know pleasure is right there within my grasp if I want it. Mikael is always willing to give it.

“Why do you have my Kindle?” I come around the bed.

“Trying to see what it has that I don’t.”

“What?” I laugh, holding my hand out for it.

“You give it more attention than me.”

“Are you jealous of my Kindle?”

“Yes,” he says simply. I’d actually been joking. “I’m jealous of this robe.” He grabs me, pulling me into him, his mouth coming down onto mine. The kiss quickly grows. Mikael suddenly pulls back. I was expecting him to lift me and carry me back to the