"I don't wanna know 'bout your hobbies no more, please," pleaded Cindy, her lashes batting gently. She forgot that her hubby's thoughts were way beyond hers. She figured he might fancy playing basketball or strumming a violin or even whipping up a dish. But right now, he showed her another side of hobbies. Mr. Stranger sauntered back to bed, his towering frame a sight to behold. Only Cindy was lucky enough to catch glimpses of his beauty every moment. His eyes roamed over her, leaving her breathless, wondering what was on his mind. "Strip," he commanded suddenly, and Cindy's lips parted in surprise. "S-strip?" she stuttered, meeting his unwavering gaze. She knew he never backed down from his words. Her gaze darted to the door, automatic and impossible to escape. Her hand hesitated on her zipper, then she looked back at him. "Is stripping one of your hobbies?" she asked nervously. "Whatever you say," he replied lazily, making Cindy bite her lip, trying to stall. "Hubby, why do
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