“I can’t? Huh, that’s news to me.” I am well aware that his cock is hard at this point and based on the death grip he has around my left hand, he knows what I’m planning to do if he lets it go.

The idea of toying with James comes to me in the shower and a smirk finds my face at the idea of breaking him of this ‘I don’t want to fool around until later tonight’ idea. We have several hours until dinner; I came back to the city early for this reason exactly. I turn off the water and step out of the shower into the steam filled bathroom. I dry myself off completely, before moisturizing every inch of my body with my lavender scented body lotion. I spritz on some perfume in a few places; behind my ears, my wrists, my neck and between my breasts and my sex throbs with need at the thought of his mouth on those places.

I pull off the shower cap and pull my hair from the loose ponytail I’d put it in to keep it from getting wet before opening the door into the bedroom that I now share with James. I frown when I don’t see him on the bed where I left him and I wonder if he is somewhere hiding from me for this very reason.

I’m naked and I’m about to practice my art of seduction.

I make my way out of the bedroom and I hear the television on in the living room so I take a deep breath and make my way to the kitchen under the guise of getting some water. I don’t even look in his direction as I walk past him sitting on the couch watching Shawshank Redemption for probably the millionth time. I open the refrigerator, not paying attention to James or the fact that he must have paused or muted the television because I don’t hear anything. I grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and when I close the door James is on the other side, his eyes narrowed as he scans me from head to toe.

“What are you doing?” He bites his lip as his eyes zero in on the space between my legs that is getting slicker as his gaze darkens.

“Getting some water.” I say with as much confidence as I can muster.

He leans down so his face is but an inch from mine. “That’s not what you’re doing.”

I hold up the bottle of water in between our faces. “Seems like it is,” I sass.