The Next Day
Elon tugged on her corset laces. “Still too loose?”
Carissa nodded, keeping her hands planted on the vanity’s edge. “Just a bit tighter. You could have the lady-in-waiting do this, you know.”
He tied her laces. “I don’t see why I should delegate the task to her when I’m just as capable.”
“Because a lady-in-waiting’s purpose is to wait on her lady.”
“But a husband’s purpose is to wait on his wife, and as your husband, I get priority.” Carissa watched Elon in the mirror as he studied the gown splayed across their bed, his hands on his hips. “And besides, the more time I get to spend with you, the more training opportunities we have.” He picked the gown up by its shoulders. “Now, do you step into this or do I slip it over? I can’t decide.”
Carissa turned. “Training?”
“Of course. We’ll have combat training, naturally, but I promised you earlier I’d help you become more accustomed to my touch, didn’t I?” He waggled his eyebrows, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, you did. What do you have planned for our first lesson?”
Elon’s smile was crooked—a half smirk edged with mischief. “Have you heard of foot play?”