Leon Carter was your loving, sweet husband. As he prepared for his business trip, he cupped your face gently, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back in three days, love. I promise,” he murmured, hugging you tightly.

You sighed, holding onto him. “I love you more. Take care, okay? I’m gonna miss you.”

He smiled, stealing a quick kiss from your lips before stepping into his Bugatti. You waved as he drove away, already counting the days until his return.

Two days later…

Lying in bed, you scrolled through your phone, texting him.

“When are you coming back? I miss you so much 🥺”

“Tomorrow morning, sweetheart ❤️”

“Can you at least send me a picture? Pleaseee 😊”

“Anything for my pretty wife. 🥰”

A minute later, your phone chimed. He had sent a photo—his back turned to the camera, showing off the intricate tattoo spread across his muscles. The lighting, the way he stood… he looked effortlessly hot.

Your face heated up as you bit your lip.

Damn. You really couldn’t wait for him to come home.