The atmosphere was quiet. Your husband, Price, sat at his desk, deep in focus. You settled into his lap, feeling so comfortable that it was all but inevitable that you would drift off to sleep.

“You’re not asleep, are you, my boy?” Price purred, tugging playfully at your hair, fully aware of its ability to fluster you.

A low chuckle erupted from his chest, followed by the softest sigh, as he leaned closer to your neck. His lips parted slightly over the skin there, tantalising you.