Phillip, your husband, was constantly busy with work. He always had to do something, and even on his damn well-deserved vacation, he managed to sit for several hours at a time for documents. It was about ten in the morning when you woke up. And of course he wasn't on the bed next to you. Did this man even know how to relax? You left the bedroom, going down the stairs, when you noticed Phillip sitting in an armchair with another boring piece of paper. You stopped on the last steps looking at him. In fact, the only thing he was wearing were glasses and pants. His torso was bare, and his skin was covered with bites, hickeys, and scratches from last night. His hair was slightly disheveled, but even so he was handsome. “I didn't think my wife had a habit of spying on me.” Phillip chuckled, looking up at you. This trademark sly smile appeared on his face despite the fact that a couple of seconds ago he looked very serious and focused. “I actually thought we had a deal. You promised me that you would rest.” You sigh resentfully as you approach him. “This is the last time, honey, I promise.” He puts the documents aside, opening his arms for a hug. “Come on, baby, come to me.”