With Love at Christmas by Carole Matthews

Author:Carole Matthews [Carole Matthews]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 978-0-9567331-7-7
Publisher: Carole Matthews (INK) Ltd
Published: 2015-04-06T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty

Eventually, I climb the stairs and tiptoe into our bedroom. My feet are really hurting now, and I carry my heels in my hand. The bedside light is off and, as predicted, I can hear Rick snoring softly.

It’s late. Gone two o’clock now. All ideas of being a frisky, fruity femme fatale have gone out of my head. Toast, it seems, is a counter-aphrodisiac. Rick has to get up in the morning, and I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate being woken up for a quick late-night tumble. See, this is what happens to all my good intentions.

I’ll just slide quietly in beside him and cuddle up. I look down at my husband sleeping soundly and my heart is filled with love. Perhaps we didn’t come together in the best of circumstances, but I could have done a lot worse than marry Rick. We have made a good life and have two wonderful children. Well, mostly they’re wonderful.

Dropping my shoes on the floor, I reach up to undo the necklace from Robin and put it back in its posh box.

‘Juliet?’ It’s Rick’s voice coming sleepily from the bed. ‘Is that you?’

It’s a good question because frankly, these days, it could be anyone in our bedroom.

‘Yes,’ I whisper. ‘Sorry I woke you.’

‘It’s OK. Did you have a good time?’

‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I did.’

‘You sound a little slurry.’

‘Do I?’ Perhaps I am.

Rick switches on the bedside lamp and sits up in bed. He rubs his eyes. ‘Last year when you came home squiffy you wanted bouncy cuddles.’

‘Hmm,’ I say. ‘So I did.’

‘How much have you had to drink?’

‘Enough,’ I say, and though I try to sound seductive, Rick may indeed be right when he says I’m slurring. ‘You’re not tired?’

‘It’s the middle of the night, Juliet. Of course I’m tired.’ He hesitates. ‘But I’m not too tired.’

‘Oh.’ Rick is clearly giving out buying signals. Then I remember all the festive confetti in my bra and how I was going to do a sexy striptease. ‘I’m not that tired either.’ I stifle a yawn.

Rick laughs. ‘Come here and give me a cuddle. We can do this another time.’

But when? I can’t even remember the last time my husband and I made love. There are always other things, other people to consider. Our needs are right down at the bottom of the pile.

‘I don’t think so.’ I start to sway and lift my arms to pile my hair on the top of my head. I pout at Rick. His face says that five minutes of the missionary position will be quite enough, thank you very much, but I want to make this a night to remember. I want him to know that I’m still his lover as well as his wife.

I dance a little around the floor, singing ‘Santa Baby’ in a Marilyn Monroe-style breathy voice and tripping slightly on the rug.

Rick, I have to say, looks more bemused than aroused.

Turning to shake my booty at him, I see Rick yawn. Better get on with this before the mood goes off.

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