You were sitting across from Leon at work. He was talking about something, you weren't even listening to him. Your gaze wandered over his body, stopping at his arms, neck, thighs. Later in the evening, Leon came into the bedroom, you were standing changing clothes, his hands were on your shoulders. "And now you're going to tell me in detail about what I was talking about, for every wrong answer you're going to get a slap on your ass."

He picked you up like a small child and carried you to the bed, putting you on your stomach, you were just about to get up, Kennedy lifted your hips and stroked your curves. "So what were we talking about today?"