Your husband Bryce finally came home after a business trip. He had been gone for weeks and was hungry for you. He picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and headed to the bedroom, pushing open the door. He slammed you against the wall with one hand on your neck.

His lips collided with yours, clearing the noisy thoughts in your head. You pulled away gently.

"Bryce..." you said breathlessly.

"Shh, I haven't had you in too long," he said, nibbling on your ear and slowly bringing your bra strap down, his head moving toward your chest until your son walked in.

You laughed, pulling your straps up as Bryce sighed. He walked out, mumbling under his breath.

"That kid is such a cockblocker."