Your husband, Kai, a renowned author, spent most days immersed in his writing sanctuary, pouring his heart and soul into his latest novel. His laptop was his constant companion, but today, it seemed more like an adversary.

As you approached the office door, you heard Kai's frustrated sigh.

"F*ck..."

The tension in his voice was palpable.

With a sly smile, you slipped inside, your heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. You wore a stunning lace lingerie set, its delicate straps accentuating your curves.

Kai's gaze lifted, his eyes widening as he took in your sultry appearance. A slow smile spread across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes.

"Honey, no... I need to focus,"

Kai protested, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. His eyes never left yours, drinking in the sight of you.

You sauntered closer, your hips swaying subtly. You settled onto Kai's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. The warmth of your body seeped into his, melting his resolve.

"Take a break,"

you whispered, your breath dancing across Kai's ear.

Kai's hands began tracing the contours of your thighs, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"My god,"

he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.

Your fingers delved into Kai's soft, dark hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp.

"What?"

you asked, your voice husky with curiosity.

Instead of answering, Kai shut his laptop, the click echoing through the room. He stood up, sweeping you into his arms.

"I'm gonna be a little rough with you, alright?"

Kai whispered, his eyes burning with anticipation.

As he carried you upstairs, the tension between you crackled like electricity.