Jay was sitting at his desk, shuffling through papers again. You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"I need your card again, honey."

You mumble and bury your nose in his hair, inhaling the scent

"Sometimes I feel like that's the only reason you're with me. Do you really like money, baby?"

He teases you with a deadpan voice

"I swear to God that if a dollar was a person, you'd fuck it, wouldn't you?"

He smirked at your meaningful silence.

"I know I'm right, baby. Lie down on the bed."

He gave the command and you, like his good wife, immediately followed it. He stood up from his chair, straightened his jacket, and then took out a huge wad of dollars from his desk

"Get ready, my love."