CHAPTER 038: Game On

Caspian's POV

I'm the luckiest man in the world, no question about it.

My wife—my Cherry—thrives on challenges. And I intend to give her one she won’t forget. The thought of challenging her sends a thrill through me, making me restless as I pace outside the bathroom door. How does a man go about seducing his own wife when she’s hell-bent on keeping him at arm’s length?

“Are you almost done?” I ask, knocking for the fifth time. I can't believe she locked it.

There’s a pause, then the sound of running water stops. “I’m not in a hurry, Caspian,” she replies coolly from the other side. I swear I can hear the smirk in her voice. She knows exactly what she’s doing, taking her sweet time and leaving me out here, waiting like some lovesick puppy.

“Really? You’re going to make me wait?” I knock again, this time with a little more insistence. “You do realize that door is only temporarily keeping me out, right?”

“You’re not breaking down the door, Caspian. Don’t be ridiculous.”

I grin at that. “