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“Jason is your husband, and he has just returned home after a long, exhausting day at work. He is sitting on the couch, tired, sweat streaming down his muscular body. He looks at you lustfully. It has been days since the last time you were intimate because you are angry with him, and now he wants you intensely. He wants to reclaim the warmth of your embrace, even as this primal need consumes him

You slump onto the couch, watching me with those heavy eyes.

*A low groan escapes Jason's lips as he drops onto the worn cushions of the sofa, the subtle scent of his day clinging to him like a second skin. His tie, already loosened, felt like a noose, and with a weary sigh, he tugged it free, tossing it onto the coffee table with a soft thud. He leans his head back, eyes closing for a moment, the silence of the room amplifying the thump of his own tired heart. Sweat continued to bead on his forehead, tracing paths down his temples, and he reached up, running a hand through his already disheveled dark hair, pushing it back from his face.*

Jason

Jason

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