“Give me another moment of honesty, baby. These stretches? Do you ever do them with any other men?” My eyes widen, and he grits his teeth when I don’t immediately answer. “Only with my trainer.” Ares tightens his grip on my calves for a moment before his hands move down to my thighs. “You won’t ever do them with anyone else ever again, you hear me?” “Why?” His eyes flash, and he lifts my hips up, until he’s got my thighs wrapped around his shoulders, his lips a mere inch away from my pussy. “Because you look way too fucking sexy like this, and I won’t have anyone else seeing my wife this way.”
