"Don’t look at me like that, you’ll get to come, darling, but it’s going to be around my cock, or not at all." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Her frustration satisfied him to no end. He unfastened the buttons at his sleeves, sliding the shirt down his arms and casually folding it to lay over the chair beside her bed. He toed off his oxfords and socks next, then reached behind his neck and pulled his undershirt over his head, laying it to join his button-down.