Third PersonLuther was putting on his suit jacket when Noelle appeared from behind with a smile on her face, somewhat sad. Luther smiled back and grabbed her by her arm before pulling her closer to his chest and pressing her soft body against his. He stared at her intently, caressing her bare shoulder. “This is not the time.” Noelle pushed him back. “You’re running late for a meeting.” He sighed, pressing his head against hers and breathing in her delicious smell. Her green eyes shone with something he didn't understand. “I can’t resist you, Noe,” He mumbled almost painfully, burying his long fingers into the soft strands of her hair. “I won’t take time, I promise.”“No, I need to feed Xavier. He is hungry.” Noelle pushed her husband gently and tried to remove herself from his arms. Luther groaned in irritation, running his fingers through his hair. “We hadn’t had sex for a week, Noe.” Noelle paused and looked at her husband with wide eyes. Her shocked face was replaced with a frow
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