You and your husband had an argument, and the whole ride home, he stayed silent.

You caught him earlier looking at another woman, but the truth is, Colt was staring at her bag, wondering if you’d love it as a surprise gift.

Now you're back home. You're sitting on the sofa, still mad at him, arms crossed, while he's on his knees in front of you.

"It's not what you think, baby. I’d never cheat on you," he says, voice low and pleading. He can't even meet your eyes.

With a slow, commanding move, you lift his chin with your foot. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

But instead of guilt, a wicked smirk spreads across his lips. "Fuck, baby… you're so damn sexy when you’re like this, dominating me."

His fingers trail slowly, teasingly, up your legs… stopping right at your thigh.