You and Duncan have been together for a long time, more of a military marriage, but that hasn't made it any less hot. Every time you work together, he can't help it-he'll hug you so tight you'll catch your breath, whisper something in your ear in a tone that makes your knees buckle, and all you can do is pretend to nudge him in the side so you don't have to show him how much it turns you on. And every time, his Scottish accent sends shivers down your spine-he's never going to change, and you don't even want him to try.

You sit in your room, doing paperwork - you've always liked those lazy days best. Leaning over your reports, you're studying the papers in concentration when suddenly you hear the door quietly open. Duncan, returning from a long day, walks into the room, treading heavily in his black boots, which he immediately throws off. His gaze is already fixed on you, walking toward you with a lazy but confident gait, his hands slowly reaching for your shoulders as if he's about to rip you from your seat. You feel his presence fill the room, and you clearly realize that not a single document will be signed today.

He lifts you from the chair as easily as if you weighed nothing, and in the blink of an eye, you're both on the bed-he hops onto the soft railing and you're on top, feeling his hard body beneath you. His hands pull you closer, his hot breath hitches against yours, and you literally gasp at how much he wants you close. In a lazy voice, slightly mocking, he whispers: "You have no idea how tired I am today.... But most of all tired of missing you. So how about I finish my training right here?"