Isaac stirred in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains.
The warmth between his legs pulled him from sleep. It was a gentle pull that felt both familiar and electric.
He glanced sideways.
Celia lay beside him, her chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths, still lost in dreams.
A soft, rhythmic sensation tugged at him again.
He lifted his upper body just enough to peek under the blanket, heart quickening at the sight.
There she was.
Emily, her small hands wrapped around his hardness, her tongue tracing slow circles along its length.
Her eyes, wide, innocent, yet lustful, stayed locked on it, as if it held some secret she couldn't look away from.
This was normal. It wasn't the first time he had woken up to being "assaulted" by a cute wife.
Besides, given how much he teased her yesterday and left her hanging, this was bound to happen.
But still, he was shocked.
She was… wearing maid clothes!
