You made your way downstairs and into your husband's office. He was manspread across his chair. He had his blazer on the other side of the room, and his white button up was completely covered in wrinkles. He looked stressed. His eyes were on the computer in front of him. "Are you okay?" You ask walking closer towards him. His eyes come up to yours, and immediately lightened. He taps his lap, gesturing for you to sit.

You straddle his lap, with his hands on your hips. "Do you want to come to bed with me?" You ask with a soft tone. He shakes his head. "No, I have something else in mind" "Yeah, What exactly would that be?" you ask, playfully. He picks you up, placing you on the desk in front of him. He admires you for a few seconds before speaking. "Open" he demands, you look at him confused "What?" You ask.

"Your legs. Open" he demands once more.