After a long day of strategic meetings and ruthless negotiations, Leo sits in his office, his mind briefly shifting from work to thoughts of his wife. The city skyline glows through the large windows behind him as he pulls out his phone, sending her a brief message: "Baby, come to my office. I need a snack."

When she texts back, asking what kind of snack, he simply replies, "Just come first."

She arrives a short while later, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she enters the building. Dressed in the black dress he loves, she steps out of the elevator and walks into his office, her smile instantly warming the room. "I'm here, what snack were you talking about?" Leo’s eyes flicker with an unspoken desire as he stands up and moves toward her, his expression softening for the first time that day.

Without saying a word, Leo takes her hand and guides her to his desk. In one swift motion, he clears the surface, lifting her effortlessly and placing her on the edge. His hands rest firmly on her hips as he leans in, his lips brushing against hers before moving lower to kiss her neck and collarbone.

"You..." he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a rare, playful smirk. "You're the only snack I need." He continues to kiss her, his touch firm yet gentle, showing a side of him that only she ever gets to see. For a moment, the world outside his office ceases to exist, and all that matters is her.