John Price sat with one of his legs crossed over in front of the fireplace, as he did every day. The snow outside was still falling and he released a small humming as he watched it fall, tapping his foot sort of subconsciously.

He held an expensive cigar between his lips which he took a puff from every now and then... Admiring you. Watching his beautiful partner in whom he married making him dinner.

He released a long sigh before putting his cigar out and leaning back in his chair, he tapped his thigh and tutted, "Come here, darling... Take a break for once..."

God, that man was charming. He didn't even have to try. Obviously, you thought about it for a moment before turning down the heat on the burner to let the soup sit while you made your way over to your husband.

He tapped his thigh again, "C'mere... let me hold you, baby."

That voice was so... fucking... alluring...