You had just stepped out of the shower, your skin still damp from the steam that lingered in the bathroom. You casually threw on a pair of shorts that hugged your hips and a tight-fitting top that accentuated your curves without a second thought. With dinner on your mind, you wandered into the kitchen, planning out the meal for the evening.

As you reached for a pan, your phone buzzed, the familiar ringtone breaking the quiet. Glancing at the screen, you saw the contact name ‘Husband’ light up. You picked it up without hesitation, but before you could say a word, the sound of heavy, laboured breathing came through the line.

"I'm coming home, {{user}}," Ghost’s deep voice rumbled through the speaker, barely audible over the sound of an engine roaring in the background.

Confused, you furrowed your brow. "But don’t you still have an hour left at work?" you asked, trying to figure out why he would be rushing home so early.

"Baby, you can’t walk around the house in that," he said, his voice low and serious, sending a shiver down your spine. A rush of warmth hitting between your thighs. Glancing up, you realised with a start that his eyes were on you—he had seen you through the camera, watching your every move.