Chapter 1

Kristie stood in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly made pasta filling the air. Creamy Alfredo with garlic and herbs. Her husband's favorite. As she stirred and put the finishing touches on it, she couldn’t help but smile as she thought of him coming through the door.

Colt worked as an executive client manager, slipping off to work every morning at the crack of dawn, and every evening he would arrive home late after an extremely long day, the usual tired look in his eyes. But he was always happy to see her. He loved her, and she knew it. Even though he couldn't give her more of his time except for an hour or two in the evenings, she knew he was giving everything he can, to the job and their relationship. She just wished he wasn't so tired all the time.

And so she dedicated herself to keeping their home spotless, the pillows fluffed, and the fridge full, and overall pleasant place for her man to come home to. And every evening, she made herself available, keen on capturing every spare moment with him. She devoted herself to taking care of him in any way he wants, be it a slow massage, cuddling while watching TV, or letting him sit back with a beer in hand while she kneels between his legs with loving ministrations. She loved serving him, taking care of him, and pleasuring him. He deserved that much after fighting the battles of the day.

After a long, relaxing shower, she had carefully chosen a small, lacy sundress of a creamy pastel shade, spotted with daisy petals, its delicate straps barely holding onto her shoulders and the hem swishing at her soft thighs. The fabric, light and airy, danced around her as she moved, brushing against her skin with every step. She wore nothing underneath, a playful secret she intended to share with her husband, if he so desired that night. The floral perfume she had chosen—a scent she knew Colt loved—was subtle, blending with her own natural scent, but intoxicating, like the first bloom of spring.

The lights in the house were dimmed, casting a warm, cozy glow over the living room and kitchen. Soft music played in the background, the kind of mellow tunes that Colt liked to unwind to. Everything was perfect, just the way she knew would make Colt feel welcomed and at peace after a long day.

As she stirred the pasta, her thoughts wandered to him. She imagined his tired smile as he walked through the door, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, eager for his arrival. She relished in the little rituals of their evenings together, where she could express her love in every small gesture.

Just as she was placing the plates on the table, Kristie heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly moved to the door with a light patter of footsteps, a bright smile already forming on her lips. The door opened, and there he was—Colt, looking as handsome as ever despite the weariness in his eyes.

"Welcome home," Kristie greeted him softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him as she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. The kiss was soft, tender, lingering just long enough to convey how much she had missed him.

Colt returned the kiss, his hands resting on her waist as he breathed in the comforting scent of home—of Kristie. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his tired smile growing as he took in the sight of her. "My, you're a sight for sore eyes. It gets tiring having to entertain grumpy old faces all day," he chuckled. "You look beautiful."

Kristie grinned and giggled delightedly as she helped him slip off his jacket, her fingers brushing lightly against his shoulders as she did. She could feel the tension in his muscles, left over from the long hours. Maybe he needs a massage tonight, she thought. Once the jacket was off and hung, she took his bag and set it aside, freeing him from the burdens of the day.

"Dinner is ready," she said gently. "Are you hungry? Or would you like to rest first..."

Colt shook his head, still smiling. "Not hungry for food right now," he replied. He was always so grateful for her efforts, but tonight, he needed something else.

Colt made his way to the couch, sinking into its soft cushions with a contented sigh. Kristie followed, her movements graceful as she sat beside him. She leaned into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand finding his. Their fingers intertwined naturally, a familiar and comforting gesture.

"What do you want to do?" Kristie asked sweetly, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a desire to make him happy. "What do you need?"

Colt turned his head to meet her gaze, his thumb gently brushing the back of her hand. "Just to hold you," he said simply. "That’s all I need right now."

They stayed like that for a moment, the room filled with the soft music and the gentle sounds of their breathing. Colt brushed his forehead against hers, his eyes resting shut for the first time that day. With his nose so close to her neck, he breathed deeply, and a hint of a smile creeped across his face. "You're wearing that perfume again," he whispered happily. "You smell so good."

Kristie shifted slightly, her lips brushing against his in a slow, tender kiss. Colt responded, his hand moving to the small of her back, pulling her closer. His touch was tender yet possessive, a comforting reminder that she belonged to him. Kristie melted into him, her body instinctively molding to his as their kisses grew more passionate. She felt his tongue occasionally lick her bottom lip, and she met it with hers. Colt smiled subtly when he felt her eager response. Whenever their lips met, the rest of the world seemed to fade away...