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It's been nearly a month since Mina and I had sex in the small, cramped bathroom of my apartment. Four weeks of not talking about it. Or rather her not talking about it. I bring it up one way or another every time we speak. She just glares at me, hell bent on ignoring that it even happened.

I want my wife back.

I need my wife back.

And today I would get her.

Any minute she'd be here to pick up the kids. Or so she thought. They were with my mother. And would be until I called her to say otherwise.

I don't know what it was going to take to make her believe that I didn't cheat. But I would. No matter what it took I would convince her of that. I haven't looked at another woman since the day I met her. I was twenty-one at the time. Ten years later she's still the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on. She thinks I only see her stretch marks and the lose skin of two pregnancies. She couldn't be more wrong. Of course I see it. I have eyes. But seeing it immediately has my cock swelling for her. Knowing those marks are on her body because of me. Because she carried not one, but two of my children inside her. It was the ultimate gift and she'd given it to me. I would never be able to thank her for that.

On our wedding day I had vowed to stay faithful to her. To love her and only her for the rest of my life. Marriage wasn't always taken seriously these days, but it was for me. Samantha, the woman who's naked pictures she'd found on my phone, was a colleague. I'd been turning her down for years, but she just seemed to get bolder. Mina and I already weren't doing well; which is why I didn't tell her. The stress of having two kids under three was hard on her and my intention had to not add more stress. I thought I had everything under control.

I was wrong.

We needed marriage counseling. Her trust in me was broken. And we needed to address our intimacy issues but the fact remained. I love her. I will always love her. And I don't want a divorce.

The knock on the apartment door pulled me out of my thoughts. I set the chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge next to the champagne. Pulling the garlic bread and lasagna, her favorites, out of the oven I placed them on the table next to the salad. Her favorite bottle of Pinot noir was already breathing on the table.

This wasn't the first time I'd pulled out all the stops to get her. It also wouldn't be the last. But the next time would be different. The next time would be to keep the spark alive. To make sure she knew that I worshiped the ground she walked no matter how many stretch marks she had and how much pregnancy weight she still claimed sat on her hips. Tonight is about getting her back. All future nights like this would be about keeping her.

Wiping my hands on the dish towel I walked down the hall. Opening the door, I smiled widely at her. She was as beautiful as she was the day I met her. "Hi, Minari." Holding the door open I ushered it inside. Sniffing the air deeply she looked at me, her brows furrowed.

"Did you already feed the kids dinner?"

"No," I said.

"Oh. You're having company when we leave," she said. Her snarky responses and accusations have increased ten fold since we had sex. Even with all the teenage angst and attitude wrapped in her thirty year old body I still couldn't get enough of her.

"No." As we talked I walked casually towards the dining room.

"Where are the kids? It's too quiet."

"My mom's."

"What?" She shrieked at me, but I was prepared for that reaction.

"She's babysitting while we have date night."

"Only married couples have date night, Chaeyoung," she retorted with an eye roll.

"Legally, we're still Married."

"Semantics."

Stepping into her personal space I pushed my chest against her, eyes staring down at her. "It's not just semantics. I love you."

"So you keep saying," she replied, forcing a bored tone of voice.

"Just have dinner with me." My tone was begging and I wasn't ashamed at all.

"Only because I'm hungry." Victory. Small. But it still counted. Resting my hand on her lower back I pushed her further in to apartment towards the dining room. I didn't miss the small gasp she let out when she saw the dining room. Candles lit up the dimly lit space. Pulling out the chair I encouraged her to sit. Once she did I took the seat next to her. While she was busy taking in the spread on the table I plated her a piece of lasagna, some salad and garlic bread before filling my own plate.

"How's work?" My plan was to pretend this was normal.

"Work is fine." Short to the point. No room for follow-up.

Swallowing the sigh I wanted to let out I poured her a glass of wine. She eyed it warily. Red wine was definitely an aphrodisiac for her. "Thanks for this," she said eating her food and ignoring her wine.

"Of course, babe." I watched her eat. No matter what she was doing she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Even when she had lasagna sauce dripping down her chin. Reaching out, I wiped it across her chin before sucking the sauce from my thumb. She still has a red stain on her chin. There was only one way to get her to talk. And that was to frustrate her and piss her off. Then the words started flowing. Knowing that, I leaned across the table, licking across her chin.

I smiled triumphantly when she let out a breathy moan. Kissing her chin I then moved my way up to her lips. She sighed against me before giving herself over to the kiss. Her lips moved against mine. Grabbing her upper arms I leaned back to my chair, pulling her with me. She came willingly, straddling me as I pulled her onto my lap. I couldn't resist kissing her a little longer, loving the feel of her lips against mine. My next move would send her running. Reaching my hand under her blouse I laid my hand flat against her stomach, letting her feel my warmth. "Chaeyoung," she moaned before pulling away. She was up and on her feet moving away from me. I had to suppress the smirk on my lips as I watched her walk away. I could still read her like a book. "This is a bad idea."

"No it's not," I countered. "Let me come home."

"Chaeyoung," she began.

"Just hear me out. I want us to go to therapy. I already made an appointment for us for next week." She went to speak but I just pressed on. "You don't trust me. Based on the conversation we had before I fucked you in my bathroom," I waited a breath before continuing, loving the blush that spread across her body. "We were clearly living in two different marriages. Not communicating. But I love you. We have two kids. We should be a family."

"Three."

"Three what?"

"We have three kids."

I looked at her, confusion written all over my face. "What?"

She stared at me. A look a I knew well. It was her 'fucking seriously, Chaeyoung' look. Her hands were resting on her stomach, cradling it. Realization coursed through me and I was on my feet standing in front of her. "Are you?" That's why she hadn't touched her wine.

"Yes," she nodded. Tears forming in her eyes. God, I hoped they were happy tears.

"I love you," I said kissing her lips gently. Dropping to my knees in front of her I placed a delicate kiss to her belly. "I love you," I said again, my words focused on the life growing inside her. A life we'd created. Again. Her soft hands grabbed at the strands of my hair, forcing me to move my lips away from her stomach and look up at her. Watery eyes looked down at me.

"Come home," she whispered through her tears.

Fucking finally.

Standing I pushed her back against the wall, capturing her lips in another kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me close while I pushed my way into her mouth. Rocking my hips against hers I let her feel how hard I already was for her. "Chae," she whimpered when I lifted the back of her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Breaking the kiss she moved her mouth against my jaw, Moaning. Carrying her to the counter I set her down on it before ripping her blouse open and sliding it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Sliding my mouth down to her chest I looked up at her questioningly. "All my bras are already too small," she shrugged.

I let out a soft chuckle. If she'd been wearing anything tighter I would have noticed immediately. I knew her body better than she did.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers I wrapped my mouth around one of her extra sensitive nipples. Swirling my tongue around the bud before biting down I listened to her soft whimpers while her hand went to my hair. My fingers rolled and pinched one nipple while my mouth worked the other. I switched back and forth until her breathing was out of control. "Chaeyoung. Please," she whimpered. Pushing against her chest I laid her down so her back was against the counter. I played with the band of her skirt, sliding my fingers underneath it and then pulling away. She writhed under me while I continued to tease her. "Stop teasing," she managed to groan.

She lifted her hips, heels digging into the counter as I removed her skirt and underwear. Letting her knees fall open she gave me the best view of her core. I groaned before planting a kiss to her clit. "You'll never deny me this again. Will you, Mina?"

"No," she said shaking her head while biting the inside of her cheek. This meant everything. Her. Her body. Her heart. Definitely her perfect pussy. Pushing her thighs open I lapped at her clit, licking soft circles around the straining bud.

"Never," she cried when I started to suck softly. Her hands pulled at the ends of my hair as she lifted her hips to meet my face. Pulling her closer I rested her legs on my shoulders, completely burying myself in her. My arms wrapped under her legs, holding her open. Releasing my hair she moved her hands to mine. Letting her legs go I interlaced our fingers while I worked my tongue against her. Squeezing her thighs around my head she let out a guttural cry as she came, her pleasure filled screams filling the small apartment. I didn't stop. Before she'd even come down from her high I slid two fingers into her clenching entrance. "Oh God. Chaeyoung!" With my lips around her clit I hummed softly, sending vibrations across her body. "Fuck!" Needing to give her as much pleasure as possible I hooked my fingers inside her, rubbing her g-spot. I knew her orgasm was coming before she did. Her back bowed off the counter as she lifted her hips and rolled her head back. "Chaeyoung," she screamed my name and it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.

And still I didn't want to stop.

I continued licking lazy circles around her swollen clit. Releasing my hands she tugged at my hair. "Stop," she whimpered "too much." Pulling away I smirked at her before wiping her arousal from my lips. She was too dazed to move. Desperate to be inside her I stripped my clothes off as fast as I could. Pushing her knees to hear ears, I bent her legs, pushing into her in one motion. Her feet were against my chest, my hands around her bent knees. Clenching tightly to the counter she squeezed around me as I entered her. Stilling completely once I had bottomed out I stretched her. Her muscles were still contracting, tighter than usual from already having two orgasms.

"Fuck. Mina. I love you so much," I said. I had to speak, had to distract myself or I'd come right then and there.

"I love you too." Pulling back I finally pushed in and out of her, my rhythm slow and steady. I didn't want to fuck her. I wanted to make love to her. To worship her. Releasing her legs I wrapped them around my waist. Sitting up she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply while I pushed into her with slow, deliberate strokes. Breaking the kiss her head fell back as she was nearing another orgasm. Just as she was about to go over the edge I stopped. Suddenly I was hit with a burst of anger. For her accusations. How could she ever believe I would cheat on her. Still buried in her she clenched her muscles around me.

"Chaeyoung, I'm so close," she whined. Stepping away I let myself fall out of her. She sat up, confused eyes staring at me. "I'm so fucking mad at you," I growled at her. She swallowed harshly. "I would never cheat on you. How could you ever think that?"

"I know. I know," she cried, jumping down from the counter and walking to where I was standing. "Be mad. But come home."

Letting out a low growl, I pushed her back towards the counter, my hand at the back of her neck as I captured her lips in an angry kiss. My lips covered her's completely, devouring her mouth. Her surprised gasp that turned to a needy moan only spurred me on further. I kissed down her neck before spinning her around and bending her over the counter. The creamy white skin of her ass looked tempting. Pulling my hand back I let it fall back to her, leaving an angry red handprint.

"Shit," she cursed out on a moan as she pushed her ass back, inviting more. Peppering her skin with slaps, the each one harder than the last, I felt myself grow even harder while I could see her arousal dripping down her thighs. "Chaeyoung!" She cried when I landed the hardest blow.

"Would I ever cheat on you?" I growled in her ear, my hand trailing through her cheeks down to her entrance.

"No!" When she answered I pushed two fingers into her clenching core.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice annoyed as I fucked her faster with my fingers.

"Yes! Yes, I'm sure."

"Good," I grunted one her ear before moving behind her, gripping her hips tight and pushing into her from behind.

Coming home.

Wet slapping noises sounded throughout the kitchen as my legs slapped against the back of her thighs. My hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head up, arching her back the way I wanted.

"Fuck. Oh God." Her moans of pleasure got louder as she closed in on another orgasm.

"Aaahhhhhhh!"

"I'm going to fill you."

"Mmnhghfff." Her pussy clamped around like a vice, squeezing me hard as she came all over my cock. Her orgasm triggered my own and I spilled myself inside her. I leaned my body across hers, my breath heavy in her ear as we both came down from our high. I kissed her cheek before pulling away. A loving gesture, more suited to the way I was making love to her before my anger took over.

"I'm sorry," she said, tears flowing down her cheeks as she looked at me, eyes full of sadness.

"I forgive you. We still need therapy. But I forgive you," I told her, wrapping her naked body in my arms.

"Fucked the anger out?"

"Something like that," I chuckled against her.

"I love you," she said softly. So different from the angry 'I hate you' she'd thrown at me the last time this had happened. "Come on. Let's go home." Bending down she picked up her clothes.

"Are you happy about the baby?" I asked while we were getting dressed. I chuckled at the state of her blouse and handed her my t-shirt.

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

"But," she let the word linger in the air. "After this one." she directed her finger to her belly. She was purposely breaking up her speech. Making me sweat out whatever she was going to say. "After this one. You're getting a vasectomy."