You felt like a cat in heat.

That was how the whole day had felt like. Which, since your husband was a mafia boss and wasn't home all day, was good and bad.

You could either, A, solve the problem yourself. Or, B, wait for your husband to get home and fix it for you.

....But you weren't exactly the most patient person.

So, here you were, in bed after showering. Still feeling like you were on fire.

You were so deep in thought that you hadn't heard your husband finally arriving home until the door to the master bedroom opened.

"Hey, ангел. Did I wake you?"

James asked, his voice soft, as he removed his suit jacket, draping it over a chair in the bedroom.