“All I want is eight straight hours of sleep.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding you. This has been a hellacious week between sickness and Christmas preparations, I could sleep for a week. In fact, I might sleep all day tomorrow and let you handle things around here.”

“I’d do that for you.”

Her gorgeous caramel eyes lit up with surprise. “You would?”

“Of course I would. If…”

Hands on hips, she gave him a challenging look. “If what?”

“If you help me out with this tiny little issue I seem to have.”

“What tiny little issue do you have?”

“A hard-on that won’t quit.”

“Are pigs flying in hell? Are you actually referring to your precious manhood as tiny and little?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I’m not. My problem is little and tiny. As we both know, my manhood is massive. Now will you please get in this bed and give me the only present I really want for Christmas?”

“So I can send back that new power tool you were so excited about?”

“Absolutely not. You can come and tend to the power tool that gets you excited.”

“Honestly, Mac,” she said with a huff of laughter. “You get more outrageous with every passing day.”

“You love me.”

“You’re very lucky that I do.”

“Yes, I am. Now get over here and let me show you how lucky I am to be loved by you.”

“I need to change and get the food out of my hair that Hailey put there during dinner.”

“You don’t need to do a damned thing besides get naked.”

“Five minutes, Mac. Give me five minutes.”

She went into the bathroom, and he dropped to the pillows, resigned to having to wait five more interminable minutes. A crackle of life from the baby monitor in Hailey’s room had him holding his breath. Please, no… Not tonight, sweet girl. Give Mommy and Daddy a break. Please…

Thankfully, there were no more noises from the monitor, and Mac began to relax. Then Maddie emerged from the bathroom wearing one of the new sexy nightgowns he’d bought her for Christmas at Tiffany’s shop. Her hair had been brushed into shiny submission and fell to below her shoulders.

Game on. Hello, sexy wife.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up on his knees for a better look at the pale pink gown with the black lace accents that did spectacular things for her spectacular breasts.

“What am I waiting for? I thought you were in a huge rush.”

“I am, but I want to memorize the way you look right now so I never forget it.”

“Just when I think I’ve actually married a teenage boy, you surprise me.”

He held out a hand to bring her onto the bed with him.

She met him on her knees in front of him, her hands on his shoulders.

“I may joke around a little—”