That's why I run at the start of the countdown. I know what he's capable of when he gets his hands on me.
His head comes back down, his eyes scanning my face.
"Well, Mr Husband. Given how much love we have, I'd say you're the majority shareholder of power in this marriage. Am I right?" I ask.
I grin when he starts with the laughing again.
It's a wonderful sight, the faint lines fanning his eyes, making his eyes sparkle.
"Baby, we will never have enough love," he counters.
"That makes you a very powerful husband then," I sad.
"Oh, God." He sweeps my hair away from my face and cups my cheeks.
"I love you so fucking much. Kiss me now," He demands.
"Feeling weak?" I smirking.
He leans in.
"Yes, I am, lady boss," His lips brush gently over mine and I indulge him, handing him the control he craves, letting his tongue saturate my senses as he hums into my mouth and draws all of the power from me.