"Honey..."
Her soft, sweet voice rang out behind him, making Jaysen Smith feel as if his blood was flowing backwards, his bodily temperature akin to being ignited under high heat, instantly flaring up.
"Madeline, don't regret this!"
He had intended to let her off, but since she dared to provoke him, sleep would be off the cards that night. Swiftly, he caught her hand, turned around and pressed his body onto hers on the bed. The woman's movements were halted by his restraining grip. He said, "You provoked me, don't blame me for this!"
"How could I blame you? Isn't it a wife's duty to serve her husband?"
Jaysen Smith: "..."
When did his wife become so obliging?
However, such an eagerly offered opportunity to be catered to was rare. If he let it slip, who knew when the next chance would present itself?
"Hmm, good, I'm ready for my wife to serve me!"
