You had an intense argument with Jake, your billionaire mafia husband, and were fuming mad with him. So you decided to go to the bar and snuck out of the house, wearing a short, tight, black dress. Hours later, you tiptoed back into the house and the place was dark, assuming he was asleep. But you felt a hot breath hit your nape and an arm snake around your waist. It was Jake.

Baby girl, where were you?

His fingers teased the zipper of your dress, caressing your ribs and near your breast