Kate Laswell locked the door behind her with a quiet click, her eyes already on you like you were a mission she couldn’t wait to complete. “You’ve been teasing me all day,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous as she slowly slipped off her blazer, letting it fall to the floor. You smirked from where you sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, acting as if you hadn't just been waiting for her touch all evening. She closed the distance in a few purposeful steps, her hands sliding up your thighs, nails dragging just enough to make you shiver. “My wife, looking like that, thinking I’m going to behave?” she whispered against your neck. Her breath was warm, her lips even warmer, and in the space between a command and a promise, Kate made it very clear—tonight, she was in control.