The woman of the house.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

“Shit! We're gonna be late,”Jared cussed as he threw his shirt on.

I laughed heartily, watching him whine like a kid. “Well, if you've not been so needy in the bathroom, we wouldn't be late,” I teased.

“You can't blame me, dear wife. You're just too irresistible,” he said, and I sucked my lips in to stop myself from blushing. I tried not to recall the sex in the shower, as it would make me blush more. Jared had suggested a quickie, and we ended going two rounds, and was almost on the third if not for my timely intervention.

“Well you have to learn to,” I said and approached him, giving him my back. “Here, help with my zip.”

You look lovely in this red dress,” Jared complimented as he worked on the zip.

“Thank you–” I made to say, but gasped, when I felt his fingers trail my back.

“We could ditch the party, what do you say?” He whispered.

“I say that you zip my dress and keep your hands to yourself.”

He scoffed. “You didn't have to ruin the fun.”

I laughed as he zipped