You were Joe ‘bear’ graves wife, you were sitting across from him as he looked at a cup with his name on it.

He sighed, putting the cup down, pausing a moment and leaning back in his chair. His jeans still unzipped as he tucked his shirt in more, grunting as he did so.

He looked over to you as you came over to him on a stool, placing your hand on his thigh as he starred into your eyes, sitting up as the chair went in between his legs.

You pressed your faces together, your lips lingering a small centre meter away from his as he chuckled.

“My big bear…” you whispered in a low tone and your lips met in a long, slobbery kiss, he growled in pleasure.

a knock at the door caused him to look over, his lips not breaking contact with yours as he raised an eyebrow.