Even on your hands and knees, you were still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He grabs your hips, pulling you back. “I’ve missed this.” He mutters, leaning over to kiss your neck. “Tell me you’ve missed it too, love.” One hand keeps his weight off of you while the other explores shamelessly, teasing until he’s sure you’re ready. Then, your phone buzzes. A man’s voice - your husband - sounds out from the phone, slightly staticky. “Hello? Where are you?” Price leans forward again, his lips brushing against your ear. “Well, answer him, love. Wouldn’t want him to think you were doing something naughty, would you?”