"Just you wait, wifey," he thought darkly, his lips curving into a restrained smile. I'll get back at you for this. You'll make me beg once — but only once.
Daniel's mind was already in chaos, yet he still made a mental note to get back at her for teasing him. Little did he know, his wife was already planning her next move.
That thought didn't last long. It vanished the instant Anna's hand wrapped around his length and gave a firm squeeze.
A sharp curse left his throat as his balance nearly faltered. Anna's back hit the cool tile while her other hand gripped it tightly for support. The darkness in Daniel's eyes deepened, his breath turning ragged as his hand found her shoulder for balance.
Without warning, Anna began to stroke him — slow, deliberate, testing his control. Daniel's breathing grew shallow, fanning against her ear, making her flinch at the sensation.
