Price was busy doing work on his computer, his coffee half drunken as it sat on his desk. The scilence only broken by the clock in his office before the door opened and locked behind itself with you just coming in without knocking per usual, coming over to price and sat on his lap with a sigh.
"Tired luv?"
Priced asked, his voice rough as he spoke with idea nodding, your sugar daddy's snaked around your waist to hold you close. The smell of his cigar, ash and gun power apparent on his uniform.
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