You follow her into the bathroom where she's starting the shower.
"I'm sorry, Honey. I just got caught up in the moment," you plead.
She scowls and barges past you to get some things. "One thing. I only asked for one thing. And you couldn't do it."
"Well, you don't usually talk so dirty... And I'd just woken up..." You're trying anything to apologize and recapture the mood she'd had.
She glares some more, her arms crossed beneath her firm breasts.
"God," you sigh. "You're so hot when you're pissed off."
She rolls her eyes and pushes you towards the door. "You're a selfish pig and we've got to go to work."
"You're right. You're right," you insist, thinking quickly. "I was selfish. You're absolutely right."
You grab the doorframe to keep from being removed entirely and losing the moment forever.
"Hey, let's start again. I'll call in sick and devote myself to making it up to you."
This gets the first reaction from her that's not entirely hostile.
You straighten yourself up and stroke her cheek gently. "I will do whatever you need to make you happy."
She smiles at this. You smile back, admiring the lips that were caressing your cock not too long ago.
"Of course, I'd have to call in sick, too" she comments, not too dismissively.
You look over at the running shower.
"I could pour you a bubble bath."
That brings a warmer smile.
"Rub your feet..." She smiles a little more. You seal it with a kiss.
She gives your face a pat and breaks away.
"I've got a call to make," she says over her shoulder as she goes to the phone.
You head to the shower and turn it off, stopping the drain and turning on the faucet -- which is about as hard as your cock has become knowing it's back in the game.
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