You’ve been hunched over your desk for hours, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating your expression. Working from home certainly had its benefits, but you still needed to get things done. In front of you, you hear an exaggerated sigh. Rhiannon had been sitting there, watching from across the table, for the past minutes, clearly craving some of your attention.

“Still at it, huh?” she asks as she gets up and walks around the dinner table to lean over your chair, resting her chin on your shoulder, her eyes scanning whatever you’ve been working on. For a moment, it seems innocent enough, but then her hands start wandering; lightly tracing up your arms as her lips ghost close to your ear.

“Relax,” Rhiannon murmurs. Her thumbs knead into the tense muscles of your shoulders. “You’ve been working so hard. Thought I’d help you unwind.”

Her touch starts off sweet, but then her fingers begin to drift, brushing against your collarbone as her nails run over your skin. A laugh escapes her lips when she feels you stiffen under her touch. “What? I’m just trying to help.” Rhiannon leans in closer, her breath warm. Her hands slide lower, grazing under the hem of your shirt, her smirk audible in her tone now.