Emma’s eyes widen whenever Jason returns from the bathroom with her phone in-hand, mentioning a buzz whenever he walked in. Another text message? Geez how much does Daniel want to talk to her today? The thought occurs to her in a somewhat irritated manner, which is wrong in of itself. Since she should never feel aggravated about her husband wanting to talk to her. But she was currently doing something a little more attention-consuming, and splitting her attention between both of the men was already a little exhausting. Mostly because she had already been fucked and face-fucked by one. She quietly thanks Jason for the phone and watches him head back into the bathroom before reaching down and picking her phone up. Wondering what Daniel could have possibly wanted to say after she thought they had ended the conversation on a good note. When turning on and reading the text message, her cheeks burn at the sexual language used. He must be alone at work right now in order to be thinking about such things. Her breath gets caught in her throat as she tries to figure out what to say to her husband. What do you say though? Chewing at the insides of her cheeks, she huffs from her nose and stares down at his message while trying to come up with something.<br/><br/>Finally, she decides to be a little adventurous and risky. Typing up her reply.<br/><br/><i>“If I weren’t actually cleaning the house right now, what do you think I’d be doing?” </i><br/><br/>She presses send before her anxiety makes her delete the message, and she lifts a hand and nervously, gently bites at her nails. That was a really brave question to ask. To try and pry into his imagination to see if anything she was doing right now could be justifiable later on. That if she ever did confess to Daniel about this secret affair with Jason, he’d find it arousing rather than hurtful. That was the vague hope anyway. Emma sets her phone down into her lap and rests back against the pillows and headboard. A yawn escapes her and hurts her jaw a little, and she sleepily gazes around the bedroom to really take in her surroundings. Since, she hasn’t yet to be able to. Getting fucked in bed, showering, and blowing Jason in the same bed doesn’t really allow her eyes to wander further than what’s in front of her.<br/><br/>Stretching her arms and groaning in the process, she sighs and rests them haphazardly across her lap. Her toes tuck underneath the blanket since they were beginning to get cold, and she gathers her hair all to one side so that she doesn’t soak his pillow too much with shower water. Her blue eyes started to feel heavy before long, and she yawns again and feels like she could totally take a nap right about now. But she’s slightly startled back awake whenever Jason emerges from the bathroom for the second time, clean and dressed. Asking if she had explored the room while he was busy. Shaking her head as her answer with a tired smile, she unwraps her body from the towel and grabs at the thick, comforting duvet. Pulling it over her nakedness before dropping the towel to the floor beside the bed.<br/><br/>“I could really use a nap. Hopefully after we eat. But this bed is just so damn comfy...” Emma confesses, casting a soft glance towards the celebrity with the faintest of blushes burning at her cheeks. The way she was beginning to get comfortable within his hotel suite should be taken as a compliment for Jason. It spelled danger for the wife, but she didn’t care. With clean hair and a wonderful-smelling body, deep pillows and a heavy blanket, Emma could knock out like a light if she wasn’t careful. The last thing she needed was to overstay her welcome or spend longer than she should here. But fuck. It’s only like.. almost noon? Daniel doesn’t get home until around 6 in the evening. She has time.<br/><br/>Her phone, being neglected once more, slides down her hip and rests beside her on top of the duvet pulled over her. The screen facing up as she snuggles with a pillow and extends a hand for the celebrity to approach the bed. If he does so, she takes him by the hand and looks up at him with the most sincere pair of ocean blue eyes. “Thank you... For letting me come over, for everything we’ve done together. You really are a wonderful man, Jason,” she breathes out, squeezing his hand affectionately.