2025-06-09, 04:03 PM
Do you know the best thing about being with a man like my fiancé?
He knows exactly what a woman wants, fulfils her sexual fantasies. He knows exactly what to say, how to act, where to touch and when to stop…or not stop.
The game of cat and mouse is his specialty.
And today, I’m the mouse.
I’m exiting my afternoon meeting when my phone alerts me to a message and I open it up.
‘Taxi is outside. Bring your umbrella.’
Taxi? I’m working, I can’t just leave. Umbrella? Why would I need a—the downpour outside makes me roll my eyes.
‘Now. I’m waiting, baby.’
He’s waiting for me when he should be working. He’s planned this and my stomach flips in anticipation. I skip work without another second of hesitation and jump in the lift.
The taxi takes me home and pulls up outside our house.
He’s waiting for me inside.
My core ripples with arousal, heat surging to settle between my legs, and my nipples ache against my bra. In an instant I want him. I want him so badly, I shoot from the taxi and to the front door. Silence greets me when I step inside and listen for him.