Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

Adrian was thrown into a panic at first, afraid that he did something that scared Cassidy or that he hurt her.

But when he saw her adorable pink ears, uncovered by her hands, he sighed with relief. Then, he let out a laugh. 

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, my dear wife..." he teased while he reached out to her and plucked her fingers gently.

"You have all my permission to check me out."

This earned Adrian a disgruntling huff from Cassidy. 

She finally removed her hands, but she still stayed on the floor. So, instead of picking her up, he decided to slide down the bed and fall on top of her.

"Adrian!" she scolded and giggled at the same time.

He hummed in contentment, rubbing his cheek on hers affectionately. She tried to wiggle out, but his weight pinned her down.

"No~ You're so warm and comfy~" Adrian whimpered childishly.

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"Stop it!" Cassidy squeaked, letting out more giggles. 

"Don't wanna~!"

"You spoiled little rascal!"

"Little?! Did you just really call me little?! Have you even seen anything last night-"

"Adrian!"

At this point, Cassidy is bursting into a full-blown fit of laughter. Adrian, amused and endeared, pulled away for a bit to take a good look.

Just when he thought nothing could make this morning any better, hearing her beautiful laughter has made it brighter. With a smitten expression, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Her mirthful display ceases then, replaced by a satisfied sigh. 

"Are you hungry? Want me to make something for you?" he questioned while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Is my husband asking because he doesn't want to get called spoiled?" she quipped, smirking. 

"The opposite, actually. I'm asking because I want to spoil my wife."

"Smooth talker."

"You like it."

"That I do. However, I can make something for myself. I can't let you keep pampering me all the time. It's just coffee, anyway."

"Then, coffee it is."

And so, the couple prepared to go downstairs - but not without making out for a few more minutes first. 

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Cassidy yawned loudly as she walked around the kitchen, and Adrian smiled fondly at her in spite of his impatience.

The late-morning light filters through the windows, brightening the place. He had just reached for her in a half-asleep state, wanting to lose himself in her in a slow, lazy, sweet love-making. It happened last night, but it didn't last long enough to satisfy his irresistible urges.

His wife had insisted on having a coffee first, though. He knew how much she needed the fragrant drink in order to function, especially when she had a late night. But he hadn't planned on making her do any hard work - not at all. What he had envisioned had been quite different.

However, Cassidy has been adamant. So, here is Adrian now, watching.

She prepares her coffee, and right then, he tries not to grumble at the chill that runs through him in spite of the warm morning. He'd been firm that he wasn't putting clothes on. This would definitely defeat the purpose, so as he stood there only in his boxers, he couldn't wait to have her in his arms and soak up her warmth.

Adrian has already been fully awake, but when he saw her reach up for the coffee jar in the cupboard, he felt it with renewed vigor. Cassidy was wearing only an old shirt of his, and when she reached up, it rode up her hips, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the cute pink panties underneath.

'Okay. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I could enjoy it.'

His eyes followed her movements.

He knew how she loved her coffee - hot but not scorching, with just a small spoon of brown sugar and a drop of milk. Normally, he would even make it for her, but he had other things on his mind now, and she had been the one to insist.

The water on the stove was close to boiling, he could tell by the sound of it. She went to fetch it, poured it over the coffee, and put the lid on the press for a few minutes. Then, she turned around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and smiled apologetically at him. 

"Not long now," she said, fighting another yawn. 

With that, Cassidy went to the fridge and opened it. Adrian has his eyes already trained on her, his fingers itching to trace her delicate curves and touch all the sweet spots.

Yet, when she bent over to take the milk, he nearly choked on his spit. He was sure she didn't need to bend that much, pushing her bottom high in the air and exactly in his direction. It was a clear provocation on her part, but he did not even have it in him to feel mad because he could feel his mouth water at the sight of the supple flesh.

Adrian wanted to grab Cassidy and thrust deep inside of her - as deep as he could. 

His daydream was interrupted when she shut the fridge, shooting him a sharp look. He felt really exposed, standing there in just his boxers with no way to hide his protruding reaction, but she asked for it, so she would have to deal with it.

She walked slowly, deliberately, to the counter, taking a mug out of the cupboard. He noticed with glee that it wasn't the big mug she preferred usually - but a smaller one. There was hope that his torture would end soon. 

Cassidy took the sugar out and then finally poured the coffee into the mug. She added the sugar and stirred. Adrian was surprised when she lifted the spoon to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the drop of coffee there.

'Now, that's playing dirty, my love.'

It wasn't an accident. That's what he thought as he felt desire shoot right through him. Even more so when she glanced at him over her shoulder, making the innocent enough gesture take on a whole new meaning. She sucked lightly on the spoon, and for a second, he was afraid he would snap. 

Then, Cassidy turned around and poured some milk into the mug, giving him a breather. She took the same journey to the fridge, and when she bent down again, Adrian almost groaned, moving to grip the counter with his hands. 

"Done?" he asked through gritted teeth.

She smiled at him, looking almost all too innocent, but he knew better. She was deliberately riling him up.

"Almost," she said as she went to pick up her mug.

Cassidy took a sip of coffee, closing her eyes and moaning - she outright moaned. Adrian couldn't believe his ears.

She loves coffee, he knows, but the sinful sound that escapes her throat makes him growl. He was the only one who elicited such a reaction from her, and he definitely did not want to be replaced.

For a second, Adrian was afraid he had gone mad because he was jealous of the freaking coffee.