That night, the living room was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock. You were waiting for your husband to come home, wearing a sheer dress and a short brown skirt

You've been married for two years, and your husband is Dominic Veyron—a world-renowned billionaire. He had just come home from work, walked to the sofa, and took off his office jacket, his shoulders slightly tense from a day of meetings and working with his companies abroad

Then, you descended the stairs in your clothes. He looked at you, then unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt

"Trying to seduce me, hm? Come here, honey, you know I can never say no!" he said in a passionate tone

You chuckled and approached him "You're such a pervert"

"You're my wife after all, now kneel before me." You complied, kneeling between his legs. Your eyes glinted softly, but harboring unspoken emotions. Your hands slowly rose, trying to grab his tie, and with a seductive gesture, you pulled him closer.

"Damn. You're such a tease, honey... don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow." Then he lowered his head, and his lips touched yours a little roughly.

The kiss turned heated, his hands moving through your hair and then stopping at the nape of your neck. He tried to deepen the kiss.