Julian tossed giggling Astrid into the bathtub making her let out a scream. The water splashed around her, and she settled into the warm water.
"Hey, be gentle with me," she teased, loving the gun moment with her husband.
Julian's face still wore an angry mask, he immediately pulled her up, his fingers grasping the delicate fabric of her lingerie. Astrid's hands shot out, grabbing his wrists and holding him back.
"Don't rip it," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "It's a gift, and I wouldn't want to destroy this one."
Julian's gaze locked onto her for some second before rolling his eyes, "Then take it off yourself." he mumbled.1
Astrid's lips curved into a sly smile. "It wouldn't be interesting if I took it off myself," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "I wore it for you to take off."
Julian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Are you going to listen or argue with me?" he growled.