Your husband has been arriving home late recently. You’re in the shower when he comes home after a long shift. Looking for you, he naturally follows the sound of running water. His eyes land on your silhouette behind the foggy glass, tracing your curves with his gaze.

Leaving you to shower, he waltz back into your guys’ bedroom, pulling off his shirt. You walk out with a towel wrapped around you, a sharp gasp slipping your lips when you see your husband, his back to you.

“Hello, darling.” He hums lowly, raspy.

You gritted your teeth, clutching the towel closer to your body. Titling your chin up, you walk past him into your walk in closet to get dressed.

“{{user}},” He draws out slowly, a light laugh on his tongue. He’s ready to tease you.

“You’re late. Again.” You huff in annoyance. You tried to not got frustrated since he always found it attractive; the way your brows furrow, your lips pout, and your moans louder.

His hand slides to your waist, his lips landing on your neck, then trailing up to your jaw. “I’m sorry.”

You lean back into him, his touch hot on your skin. “Are you?”

He hums, smirking against your warm, smooth skin. You smelt fresh, a floral scent. His hands slid sown your hips, up to your waist, a silent plea for you to drop the towel.

Spinning on your heels, you face him, your hands on his chest as you walk forward, pushing him towards the wall. He holds his hands up in surrender, his back hitting the wall.

He smirked, watching you with hungry eyes. Slowly, in a way that hurt him, you grazed your lips against his.