Anna’s lips twitched as she heard the naughty devil in her head practically drooling over Daniel. But she quickly dismissed it — the creature was becoming more distracting than her own reckless thoughts.
"No need," she replied firmly, her tone sharper than she intended. She shoved the swirling temptation aside and focused on keeping her composure.
Daniel’s eyes glead with amusent when she suddenly reached for her drenched clothes and peeled them off. Standing now in nothing but her soaked undergarnts, her curves traced in droplets of water, she t his gaze without flinching.
That sight alone was enough to make his restraint falter. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched — and the growing ache beneath his boxers betrayed just how little control he had left.
"Rember," she warned, her voice smooth but commanding, "you don’t get to touch . Or the deal is off."
Her words sliced through the air like a challenge, one that Daniel would’ve given anything to break — but he knew better. For now.
Anna reached for the body wash from the shelf and pumped a generous amount into her palms. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, her lips curving in a faint smirk. This ti, she would make sure he rembered not to play gas with her.
Once upon a ti, she would’ve hesitated to expose herself like this. Her body had been a source of insecurity, sothing she kept hidden under layers of fabric and self-doubt. But with Daniel, things were different. He never cared about her weight, her scars, or the way she looked — he only ever saw her.
And that realization gave her a strange, intoxicating confidence.
She stepped closer, closing the space between them until her breath mingled with his. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pressed her palms against his chest.
The instant her skin t his, heat surged through both of them. Daniel’s jaw tightened, his muscles flexing under her touch, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t.
Anna’s soft hands began to glide across his chest in slow, deliberate circles, spreading the foamy wash over every chiseled inch of him. Her movents were precise, teasing, yet maddeningly careful — as if she knew exactly how far she could go without crossing the line.
Daniel’s breathing grew heavier, and his eyes darkened with a mixture of hunger and admiration. She was supposed to be punishing him, but the truth was, she was driving them both insane.
Daniel’s fists tightened at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for her. Every instinct scread at him to touch, to pull her closer — but he knew better. Anna, standing before him with that wicked glint in her eyes, was temptation in its purest form. The kind that burned too hot to survive.
"You’re driving insane, wifey," he rasped, his voice rough and strained.
Anna glanced up at him through her lashes, her lips curving in quiet triumph. She didn’t need to say a word — the look on her face said it all. She was enjoying every second of his unraveling.
Daniel had always believed he was the one in control. The one who could twist her resolve, coax her to bend to his will. But now, as he watched her smirk deepen, he realized how wrong he’d been.
Because Anna wasn’t just temptation. She was chaos wrapped in silk and sin — a devil dressed as his wife.
And as much as he wanted to resist her, Daniel knew he never really could.
Holding his gaze, Anna’s movents softened. She slid her arms around his back, drawing him into a slow embrace. Her chin rested against his chest, her smile curling like a secret only she knew. Her eyes lifted, half-mooned and mischievous — a sight both beautiful and dangerous.
Daniel’s breath caught. There was sothing disarming about her warmth, the way she looked at him as if she already owned every inch of his control. He knew this wasn’t sothing to take pride in — not when she was clearly the one steering this ga — but then—
"Um..."
The sound that left him was barely a breath. His composure shattered when her hands slipped lower, sliding beneath the band of his boxers. Her palms pressed against his firm hips, tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent heat rippling through his body.
Daniel’s knees threatened to give in, his jaw tightening as he tried to hold himself steady.
Anna giggled softly, her fingers still teasing him. "Just as round as my boobs," she said with a playful grin. "But not soft."
Her tone was light, innocent even — but Daniel knew better. This was no act of sweetness. This was deliberate, calculated seduction, and she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
He swallowed hard, his self-control hanging by a thread as her laughter brushed against his chest like music. But if that wasn’t it, she then moved her hand to his front tracing his V-line until she touched it.
Daniel still when her fingers gently brushed his cock in a deliberate move, but the mont she realized how hard he was, heat creep her face.
Anna had never been close to any man other than Daniel. Even during their marriage, intimacy had always been straightforward, without the lingering touches or teasing gas that filled the air now. So stepping into this kind of closeness felt foreign — thrilling, but far beyond her comfort zone.
She couldn’t help but recall the books her mother once slipped her — quiet lessons on how to be intimate with a husband. Now that I think about it... those lessons are finally coming in handy, she thought, half amused, half mortified.
Still, her shyness clung to her like a second skin. Daniel’s nearness wasn’t helping. When he leaned in just a little more, closing the gap between them, her breath hitched.
"Don’t stop," he whispered against her ear, his voice deep and low enough to send a shiver coursing down her spine.
Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut as he braced one hand against the wall above her head, every muscle in his body drawn tight in an effort to stay composed. But the longer she hesitated, the longer she made him wait, the more his control slipped away.
He inhaled deeply, fighting to steady his breath, but her scent, her warmth, her quiet defiance only pushed him closer to the edge of losing it.
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 beg once — but only once.
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