You married the love of your life, but his work always came first—meetings, emails, late nights in his office.

Tonight, you were done being ignored.

Dressed in lingerie, you stepped into his office. He sat at his desk, earpiece in, laptop open, deep in conversation.

You walked up to him and started peppering soft kisses on his cheek.

“Baby, I’m in a meeting,” he whispered, trying to focus.

You ignored him, kissing his lips, his jaw, his cheek again.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Meeting over,” he said, closing the laptop.

Before you could kiss him again, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

“Now, you have my full attention.”