It’s Everleigh’s favorite time of the year, which means the house is decked out in red, green, and gold. The tree is trimmed, and my closet is full of Christmas sweaters. I can’t even be mad about it because it makes my wife happy, and that’s all that matters. I love seeing her eyes light up when she sees all the decorations. This year, Everleigh has even added a train set that moves on a track around the tree. Sassy loses her freaking mind every time it starts playing music, but it’s kinda funny.

Since it’s our first Christmas as husband and wife, I want to make it extra special, but it’s going to be hard. Everleigh’s extra when it comes to the holidays, but I think I figured out what will make this year stand out.

At least I hope.

Annie and Sadie just flew in, and I know Everleigh’s overly excited about them being here. They’re staying in our spare room until their place is ready, but the moving truck won’t arrive for a few more days.

“Everleigh?” I look around the house and find her in the bathtub. “There ya are. We’re supposed to be at Jerry and Belinda’s in an hour.” They’ve invited everyone over for Christmas Eve dinner.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready. Just wanted to test out my new waterproof vibrator.”

My eyes widen as I lower my eyes to the bubbling water. “What happened to BUB?”

I laugh at her cute pouty face.

“He retired. So I had to get a new one.”

I step in closer. “Oh really? What’s this one’s name?”

“BUB 2.0. The speeds are....” She puts her fingers to her mouth and smacks her lips together in a chef’s kiss.

“Not sure if I should be happy about that or not.” I furrow my brows, then roll up my sleeves. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Be my guest.”

I lower my hand into the warm water and slide between her thighs, where I find a bullet vibrator massaging her clit. Instead of turning it off, I move it to her nipple.

“What’re you doing?” she asks, breathing faster.

“You’ll see, my love.” I flash her a wink, then push my finger inside her pussy.

“That’s intense,” she mutters as I move it to her other nipple. My thumb rolls over her clit, circling it fast and hard.

“When you need to come, you ask me. Got it?”

“Mmm…that feels so good,” she hums as her eyes flutter closed and her body sinks deeper into the tub.

“Should we see how long it takes you to get there? Because we’re on a time limit, baby.”

“You know what I need, so do it,” she demands with a cocky smirk.