“Ellie, I’m home.”
Josh dropped his briefcase and frowned. The house was too quiet. After a shit day at work, he needed to fuck his wife. The only thing that had kept him from strangling the incompetent asses he worked with, had been Ellie’s ever more saucy texts. He’d expected to find her waiting for him.
“Bedroom, hurry, or you won’t get a lick.” Her sultry voice called him like the sirens of old, and he shed his clothes as he took the stairs three at a time, and grinned.
That, right there, was why he called her his honey.
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