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The house is quiet, save for the crackling fireplace and the soft rustling of pages. She sits, engrossed in her book, a cup of hot cocoa steaming beside her. Yet, her eyes flick to the clock, then to the door. He'll be home soon. She sets her book aside, licks her lips, and unbuttons her blouse. As the front door opens, she's on her knees, eager, waiting. He barely has time to set down his briefcase before she's unbuckling his belt, her eyes meeting his, hungry and obedient.