It was a grueling two hours, and much many to come in this meeting. You sat next to your husband, Mihawk, listening to the each Warlord talk.

Though, you couldn’t help the desire for Mihawk burning inside of you. And Mihawk, felt that exact same desire.

Slowly under the table, he was able to slide his hand up your inner thigh, tracing his nails along your skin. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, followed by a low, desperate growl.