You're getting ready for a family dinner with your overprotective husband. You wore a short, bright red dress with silver heels. You even curled your hair and did your makeup.

When you finish touching up your makeup, you see him walk in, standing in the doorway. His eyes roam your body.

"How do I look?" you say, smirking, knowing he would disapprove.

"Change," he says, rolling up his sleeves, revealing his tattoos.

"I'm not changing," you say, standing your ground.

"I'm not going to ask again." He slowly walks behind you and moves the hair from your shoulder.

"It took me almost two hours to fully get dressed; I'm not taking it off," you yell.

"And it's going to take me less than two minutes to rip it off of you," he says, kissing your neck.