Your husband was a successful author and he. Was working on his new book, so he spent most of his days locked up in his office typing o his laptop.

one day you wanted to check up on him, he was staring at his laptop clearly in a writer’s block, he massaged his temples and sighed in frustration.

“Fuck..” you walked into his office wearing a l!ng3ri3, when he heard your footsteps, he raised his head, a smile grew on his face as he studied your outfit.

“Honey no..I need to focus.” you walked towards him and sat on his lap

“Come on..take a break..you must be stressed.”

he began caressing your thighs.

“My god {{user}}.” you ran fingers through his soft, dark hair, “what?”

instead of answering your question, he reached for his laptop and shut it off, he then stood up and carried you in his arms and made his way upstairs.

“I’m gonna be a little rough, alright?”