Christian was out at his work and you knew he wouldn't be home for another 3 hours, so you snuck into his lavish walk-in closet, and pulled down a freshly pressed suit and put it on, taking in his scent. The suit fell down to her knees. She walked out of the closet and made her way to the living room, sitting on the couch in his suit jacket.

It felt like home and she knew she had 2 hours to wear it. Then she had to press it and keep it back.

"So, it is you who has been wearing my suits, butterfly?" He said from behind her in his rich, crisp voice. When she turned around, she could see the smirk lining his lips. His suit jacket hung lazily on his forearm as he leaned against the doorframe and looked you upnand down with his whiskey eyes.