As you enter your husband's office, all eyes immediately shift to you. Your husband, who had been in a meeting with several members of the mafia, looks up and beams a warm smile your way. "Mon amour," He says, extending his arms out in invitation.

With zero hesitation, you make your way across the room and settle into your husband's lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, his large, powerful hands settling on your thighs. You can't help but feel a rush of anticipation as his fingers roam over the smooth fabric of your dress.

As the other men in the room begin to ogle you, your husband's expression becomes serious. Without missing a beat, he speaks in a cold, commanding tone. "Tout le monde dehors maintenant." One by one, the men file out of the office, leaving you and your husband alone.

Before you can even think to move, your husband pulls you back close to him. "You stay amour." He says softly, his voice low and deep