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“What did you buy?” I ask as I walk into the room.

He blushes, turning his attention back to my cats.

“I saw it at the pet store today and couldn’t resist.”

“Why were you at the pet store?” I step up to him, staring at the structure in front of me. It’s got multiple perches for them, two different scratching posts, and three different cave hideout spots.

“I wanted to get them a few new toys. They were kind of mad that we left them alone.” He points to the corner of the room.

“A few? That’s more than a few.” There’s at least five or six toys piled on the ground in the corner. A couple of balls, Ernie’s favorite, a couple of mice, Bert’s favorite, and a couple of others I can’t identify from here.

He glances up at me, the bashful expression back on his face.

This man.

Another piece of the wall around my heart cracks. I blink back tears. Not only does he take care of me, but he takes care of my cats. Without thinking, I lean down and kiss him.

He lets out a shocked squeak and then tugs me gently into him as he moves to sit on the floor. I nestle into his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you for being so sweet to me, to my cats.”

“Always.” He nuzzles into my neck, and my eyes flutter closed.

This is perfect.

He’s perfect.

Him doing this, buying my cats toys, a house, caring about them, is so fucking sexy. I want him, and not just in bed, although I do want that. My goodness. I wiggle in his lap, letting out a whimper as he grows hard under me.

“Feel what you do to me, wife,” he says as I grind down against his hardness.

I tip my head so he has more access. “I need you, Bash. So badly. I want to change the rules of our agreement. I want you to fuck me.”

He pauses. “You do?”

“Yeah. That is, if you didn’t change your mind.”

“I didn’t, and I want you too.” He thrusts his hips against me, and I moan.

“Good. Now I need you to touch me.” My voice is breathy, and I hardly recognize it.

He doesn’t answer, simply stands up still holding me—how, I don’t know, but I’m not asking questions—and I hook my arms around his neck. He makes his way quickly into his bedroom, where he pushes the door closed with his foot before setting me gently on my feet.

“Hi.” He reaches down and cups my cheek with one of his hands, the other one coming to my hip.

“Hey you,” I whisper, fisting the front of his shirt.

His tongue darts out, and he licks his bottom lip. It’s all I can do to contain my groan as I track the movement. He smirks, and my face heats at being caught.

“What?”

He leans closer to me. “I’m going to kiss you, wife, and then I’m going to slowly undress you and make you come at least twice before I sink inside your pussy and make you come on my cock. Are you good with that?”

“Yes.” I nod vigorously. “Yes, to all of it.”

He wastes no time in bridging the gap between us and kissing me. We’ve kissed before, but there’s something different about this time. It starts off slow and sensual and then becomes urgent as he slips his hand under my shirt.

“Off,” he says as he pulls it over my head.