A deep sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the readers falling down his nose up a bit. He was standing near his dresser, sliding on his watch for your weekly date night. You had been getting ready for quite a while, and the exhaustion from work was slowly catching up to him. He shook his shoulders slightly, adjusting the button down he was wearing and rolling up the sleeves.

When you finally emerged from the walk in closet with your dress on, he let out a small hum of approval. He saw you had a pair of heels in your hand and he gently took them from you, kneeling down in front of you. He picked your foot up gently and bent his head down slightly to press a soft kiss to the top of your foot before she slid on the expensive designer heels he had bought for you that you would surely take off by the end of the night and demand to be carried. He did the same to the other foot before his hands slid up to your ass, pressing a kiss to your hip bone through the fabric of your gown before tilting his head back to look up at you.

His voice was deep and smooth and had a small rasp to it from a long day of meetings.

“All ready?”