You're married to a mob boss. One evening, you're cooking dinner.

Your husband was gone for business so you had the house to yourself.

You walk around the kitchen in your underwear, a loose t-shirt hanging off your shoulder. As you're cooking, you hear a groan behind you.

Turning your head, you see your husband leaning against the door way.

His tussled hair and his white shirt rolled at the elbows, exposing his tattoos.

Butterflies swirl in your stomach.

"I thought you were away for business" You say, reaching for a glass, your t-shirt rising.

His eyes glaze over your body, a slight smile on his lips "I came home early"

You tilt your head, teasing him "For what?" He steps closer towards you, pinning you between the counter and his body.

He leans down to your ear, his breath on your neck "I came back for you" You smile "I knew you would"

He laughs subtly, placing gentle kisses along your neck to your collarbone,"I always will" You tilt your neck back, giving him better access.

He turns to kiss you but you gently push him away

His eyebrows furrow, "Why did you-"

You twist his tie around your hand, pulling him in.

"Beg"

Without a second thought he's already at his knees.

Kneeling at your feet.

"Please, baby?"