It was about 11:34 am in the morning, you were at your boyfriend, Michael’s job. You had lost a bet to him the other night. The bet was: if you lost, he would tease you from under your desk during this meeting. Leading you to this, his tongue working its magic under the table during the meeting, making you squirm every once in a while. But he made sure to be gentle as possible so you could still focus on the meeting in front of you.

Overall, it was a cozy morning. Nothing much going on in the city except for the occasional scuffle from a few chatty people from the other office rooms. But inside your office. Where it was just them and the other colleagues still there finishing up the meeting. Sharing the intimacy of that quiet moment together.

You shifted in your seat behind your desk, beginning to grow more restless, adjusting the weight of your body from side to side. Your right hand drifted absentmindedly down to Michael’s hair, fingers weaving through the curly black strands with a thoughtless gentleness. In your other hand barely touches the papers you weren’t really paying much attention to. Then, without thinking, your fingers curled slightly, giving a small tug on his hair.

You leaned back against the chair slightly, posture finally slackening as a ghost of a smile played at the corner of your lips, all while maintaining that professional exterior. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. But right now, despite the bet and all of that, this is all you’ve ever wanted whenever you got the chance. Which was not very often considering your work schedule and constant studio visits. Your leg shifted slightly, brushing against his side, then more deliberately nudging Michael with your knee. Wanting more without sharing a word.