Ask for It

"Uh, Jess, I can't find your suitcase. I must have left it behind," Roy said in a soft voice. He knew he'd messed up big time when his wife of three years turned and faced him. She was lovely, long dark hair parted in the middle cascading over her shoulders, the tips curling around the plump roundness of each breast. Her abundant curves never failed to arouse him and he couldn't think of a better place to be than between her legs, his face buried in her muff.

"You forgot my bag?" Jess stared, her beautiful blue eyes wide and an annoyed expression on her face. She'd just flipped his case open and it lay across their king-sized bed, his clothing untouched.

Roy stood, shame-faced, just inside the bedroom door and hoped he hadn't ruined their weekend. "Sweetie, I'm sorry." He didn't raise his eyes to look at her—he didn't dare. "I was sure I picked them both up when we were leaving." He glanced up and for an instant met her gaze, but quickly lowered his.

"You were sure, were you?" She leaned against one of the six-foot wooden posts set at each corner of their bed and crossed her arms under her chest.

"Yes," he said, then after another quick glance, replied, "No, obviously not. I'm really sorry, Jess. I could—"

"You can do what I tell you." She interrupted; catching him by complete surprise. "You only think you're sorry. By the time I'm done with you, I'm sure you'll know it deep down."

"Huh?" He looked up, confused—but only for a moment. His shock turned to excitement, lust. It'd been so long since they'd had time for each other. With both of them working crazy hours, they often saw each other for breakfast and not again until the following day. He waited expectantly for her to go on.

"Go and lock up the SUV," she instructed. Leaning over the bed, she tucked Roy's clothes into the cavity of the suitcase and closed it. "Take this with you." She snapped the catches closed.

His eyes went to the suitcase, and then up to meet hers. Her tone of voice told him all he needed to know. His heart raced, desire clutched at him and he had to take a deep calming breath before he replied, "Yes, ma'am."

He hurried to the bed and reached for the bag. It turned out she hadn't finished, and stopped him with a light slap to his hand.

"Naked."