You had just gotten out of the shower, steam still clinging to your skin as you slipped into a pair of shorts and a snug-fitting top that hugged your curves. The evening air felt cool against your damp skin, and you absentmindedly twisted your hair up into a messy bun as you wandered into the kitchen, feeling a bit refreshed.

As you reached for a glass, your phone buzzed on the counter, the screen lighting up with the contact name: Husband.

Surprised, you picked it up, holding it to your ear. The first thing you heard was his heavy breathing, deep and slow, as if he had been running.

"I'm coming home," Ryder's voice was rough, with an edge of urgency that instantly made your heart skip a beat. In the background, you could hear the roar of his car’s engine as if he was speeding down the highway.

"Huh?" You glanced at the clock. "But you still have an hour left at work. What happened?" Confusion laced your voice as you adjusted your stance, leaning against the kitchen counter.

There was a pause on the other end, and you heard him sigh, but it wasn’t out of frustration. It was that familiar sound he made when he was trying to control himself. "Baby…" His voice dropped a notch, deeper now. "You can't walk around the house in that."

You blinked, taken aback, as your eyes darted upward to the security camera mounted discreetly in the corner of the living room, the tiny red light blinking. He’s watching me?

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you quickly pulled at the hem of your shorts, realizing just how much skin you were showing.

There was another brief pause before his voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper. "Be ready when I get there, baby. We’re not done with this conversation."

The call cut off abruptly, leaving you standing in the kitchen, heart pounding, the tension in the air thick. You glanced at the camera again, wondering if he was still watching. A small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

Maybe you’d leave the outfit on… just to see what he'd do when he walked through that door.