It was a late rainy night and your husband Nanami came home from work, his hair was wet and clothes damp, his buttoned-up shirt clinging to him in all the right places. You could see his abs through the wet fabric, making your mouth go dry as he slowly moved closer to the couch.

His smirk was as dangerous as it was sexy, and when he spoke, his voice was deep, filled with desire.

"I was thinking about you today," He whispered, his hands running down his body to undo his belt. "I couldn't get you out of my mind all day."