Janice let out a relieved sigh as she peeled off the gown she donned.

“I thought I might die back there.” She murmured, caressing her tummy.

She flung the dress across the swivel chair that was next to the vanity and trudged towards the closet.

She stilled as the door went ajar, and didn't need to turn to know it was Jules who was inside the room.

Briefly, Jules stayed by the doorpost and assessed the room before striding towards his wife.

Janice sensed his gaze on her body and she swirled.

Her eyes bored into his as he strode towards her purposefully. She didn't move, nor did she breathe,...