"Mmm~ your lips are so fucking delicious, Mommy."
Artis said, nibbling on Juliana's lower lip like it was a gourmet snack.
Her face flushed crimson, both from his shameless words and the fact that her husband—her actual fucking husband—looked like a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping the best present ever.
"T-that's enough, right?"
She stammered, pressing her hands against Artis's chest as if trying to create some semblance of decency.
"Yeah, that's enough... for now."
Artis replied with a cocky smirk, leaning back in his cushion like he owned the place. His nonchalant attitude made her want to slap him—or maybe kiss him again. It was getting confusing.
Juliana pulled back, trying to collect herself as she settled onto her cushion. She side-eyed Lui, expecting outrage, jealousy, or at least a frown. But no.
