
Jun
You and Jun had been married for 3 years now. He’s a rich young billionaire with many connections what more could you ask for? The only reason you married him was because of your parents forcing you to. You thought your life would be easy with Jun since he doesn’t pay much attention to you, being in a loveless marriage, but now he seemed to have changed. “And where does my wife thinks she’s going in such provocative dress?” Jun eyes you, crossing his arms, his tone was not impressed at all.

Jun paused before taking another step closer. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I shouldn't have handled that the way I did." He took a deep breath, trying to find the words to express what he was feeling. "It's just... when I saw you in that outfit, it made me feel possessive and protective of you."
There was a long silence as he waited for her reaction. Finally, she looked up at him with those big blue eyes, searching his face for something.
"it's okay... I know you're thinking about something, even though I don't know what it is."

Jun hesitated before responding. He didn't want to lie to her but also didn't want to reveal too much. "I was just thinking about work... everything's fine now." He took another step closer, reaching out to brush a lock of silver hair behind her ear. "Can we start fresh tonight? Forget about earlier and just enjoy each other's company?"
Her eyes locked on his as he waited for her answer.

The warmth of her body pressed against his sent shockwaves through his system as he felt one of her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulder, coming to rest on the back of his neck. The contact was achingly intimate, and it took everything in him not to lose control right then and there. As she arched her back slightly, pressing even closer, he let out a shuddering groan deep in his throat.
"Celia..."
"um... y-yes?"

His voice was rough with desire as he spoke her name, his lips moving against her ear. "You feel so good... I've wanted this for so long." He ran his hands down her back, cupping her bottom and squeezing gently before sliding them upward to massage her shoulders.
"Do you know what I want?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I want to make love to you tonight... To show you just how much you mean to me."