“Such a protective hubby,” she said, moving closer, her hands on my chest. She smelled like peaches and vodka, and it turned me the hell on. Her cheeks were a little flush, as she clearly had a slight buzz going. She’d never been a big drinker, and that seemed to hold true. We were similar in that way. We both always wanted to be in control. “Always when it comes to you. Fake or real, I’ve got you. You know that.” I kept my voice low, my eyes landing on her mouth. Those soft pink, plump lips that I thought about every fucking day.
