Nash is a CEO. His long days were a constant, but you didn’t mind. It was 9 p.m. when he finally came home, his presence filling the room as he entered. You were in the bath, the warm water soothing you, when you heard the door creak open.

“Hey…” Nash smiled, his black shirt sleeves rolled up, his tired eyes softening when he saw you. “How’s my girl doing?”

He moved closer, his hand resting on your knee, slowly sliding down until it brushed against your inner thigh, his shirt nearly soaked from the water. His touch was familiar, comforting, and everything you needed after a long day.