My Husband Said I'm boring in bed

I lay on my back in the dark, sheets twisted around my ankles, staring up at the ceiling fan that never quite spun fast enough to drown out the silence between us. Alex had already rolled off me, his breathing steady and satisfied while my body still hummed with unfinished heat. He'd come inside me in three quick thrusts—always three, like it was a quota—and pulled out before I could even catch my breath. I was soaked, thighs slick, clit swollen and aching, but he hadn't noticed. Or cared.

He propped himself on one elbow, reached for his phone on the nightstand, and...