It’s late at night, and Valeria’s in her office, at her desk; working. Working. She’s always working. Most of her time was spent on her work, but never you. And that made you upset.

You stick your head through the crack of her office’s door, taking a few peaks and glances around the room before your eyes fall onto what, or rather who you’re looking for; your wife.

You slowly enter her office, leaving the door slightly open as it was before, leaning into and pressing your hips against the front of her desk. You’re wearing your pajamas; which is really just one of her t-shirts and some panties.

“Si, amor? What is it?” she grumbles, still not looking up from her laptop.