My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1267

When Armand did not budge, Genevieve proceeded to help him take his shirt off. “Lift your arms so I can get this sweater off, and don't you dare suggest we take our baths separately again. Do you understand?”

He bent over and lifted his arms obligingly. “Weren't you the one who suggested it in the first place?” he asked, chuckling in amusement.

She glared at him.

Armand was tall and lean to begin with, and the sweater hung from his frame like a designer piece.

He was getting more attractive as he aged, his demeanor more composed and refined.

Physique-wise, his workout and training regime had accorded him muscles in all the right places. He looked trimmed and strong without coming off as exaggeratedly muscular.

Genevieve especially loved seeing him in suits.

Now that he had his shirt off, she could appreciate his well-defined chest, and she was obsessed with the sensation of his muscles coiling under his smooth skin.

She caressed his chest with her fingertips for a while longer, then planted a tentative kiss on his collarbone. “I'd take a bite out of you if I could.”

and reached around Genevieve's waist, switching places with her. He placed a soft towel over the bathroom sink counter

an arm around his neck, grumbling, “What is it with

might be less taxing on

noble. You and I both know that any position, regardless of where we are, will

affectionately caressed his cheek

deep-set features. Whenever he looked at her, it was always

her, he was never aloof or on

have thought that our charming mayor, Mr. Faulkner, is actually an old

look from Armand. “Must you tease me with my

middle-aged geezers. You're the fairest of them all, and I'm lucky to have married a hot husband

cold

sure the temperature was just right, he slowly

the tub and said

“Coming right up.”

went down to the pantry. He took out a few bottles

plated some cherries as well and brought them to the upstairs bedroom

cocktail and

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