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This is my own space away from everything else. The family doesn't stay here often anymore.

"It's so brown." Her nose scrunches. I take in the space. There are wood floors along with some creamish-brown furniture. "And gray." Tova wiggles for me to put her down.

I reluctantly but gently put her on her feet. "You can change whatever you like. I don't care."

Tova taps her finger to her lips as she thinks this over. "So I could paint the walls pink? Or get wallpaper with flowers?"

"I don't give a shit." I shrug. Why do I give a fuck what color the walls are? If it makes her happy and her ass is in this bed every night, I'll paint them myself.

I watch as she starts to explore, her wedding dress trailing behind her. “What’s this?” She pokes her head into the spare empty room.

“It can be whatever you like.”

“A sewing room.”

“If you wish.”

“Wait! This is for a nursery.” She spins around to face me. The smile on her face drops, her brows pulling together in thought before her eyes go round. “We’re going to make babies.”

“One day.” Not sure how it’s possible, but her cheeks flush more. I walk over and unclip the veil that’s in the back of her hair.

“I wore it up so it wouldn’t distract you."

“It’s not only the hair that is distracting.” I let the veil fall to the floor, going for the clip next. With one click, all her wild curls fall freely around her face.

“I might need help with the dress too.” Tova turns to give me her back. All those damn buttons.

“The buttons are small.”

“It’s fine if you break one. Not like I’ll wear it again.”

“You added the pockets.”

Tova peeks over her shoulder at me. “You noticed them?”

“I don’t miss much when it comes to you, little mouse.”

She gives me a cheeky smile.

“It is a beautiful dress.” It’s her that makes the dress so appealing. “There you go,” I say when the last one is free. Tova turns back to face me, holding the dress up with her arm.

“I’m just going to do it while I’m feeling a bit more bold.” I don’t get a chance to ask what she means before she lets her arm fall free. The dress drops, pooling around her feet. Holy shit, she’s trying to kill me.

I audibly swallow as I take her in. My wife stands in front of me in only a pair of silky white panties and her wedding ring. She’s breathtaking, a fever dream. One I never want to wake up from.

Blood thumps through my body and straight to my already hard cock. Fucking hell, she's more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. A goddess. One that I would be more than willing to fall to my knees in front of and worship happily.

Tova’s breasts are high and firm with dusty pink nipples. Her stomach is soft, sloping into her rounded hips. Ones I want to grab on to, sinking my fingers in while I pull her into me.

I have been asking myself what it is about my Tova that drew me to her from the very start. Why is she so different? Why does the sight of her spark parts of me alive that I didn't know were there?

My conclusion is it’s simply her. I’m drawn to her, and trying to resist is a fight I will no longer have with myself. I shuck my suit jacket off, letting it hit the floor before I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt.

Tova’s little pink tongue darts out as I step closer to her, pulling my shirt the rest of the way off. “I’ve wondered about your tattoos.” My abs flex when her finger traces the one on my left side.

It’s strange being touched so much. I’m not used to having someone be so free with touching me. It normally would irritate me, but I want to pull her in closer. I want all her touches for the rest of my life. To experience all of our firsts together.

“Maybe you can explore them another night.” I drape the buttoned-up shirt around her.