Pearl looked up when Asim walked into the kitchen. His hair was damp from his shower and his vest was open. She glanced over at the boys playing on the floor with Pokey.
“You know you drive me crazy when you wear your vest like this,” she said, walking over to run her hand over his stomach.
Asim wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. The smile on her lips grew when she felt his body react to her touch. Even after three years, she loved that she could still turn him on with only a touch.
“I’m not the only one who can get excited,” Asim said with a sniff.
“Stop or the boys will know what is going on,” Pearl warned, glancing over her shoulder.
Asim shook his head. “They are wrestling now,” he chuckled.
Sure enough, the boys had shifted, Roam into his tiger cub and Jabir
