Surprise washes over me at his one-word command, I blink, staring into his eyes to confirm my suspicions. “W... What?”

He hooks a finger under my jaw. “Strip.”

“Brandon,” I start in a whisper and he grows stiff, his hand on my jaw returns to his side. He arches an eyebrow, I swallow and place my hands on his knees, determined to talk him out of this. I am tired of him trying to use sex as a cover-up for his pain, talking to your spouse helps solve half the problem. “Sex doesn’t solve everything.”

“It doesn’t but for now, it will have to do.” He traces a line on...