husband · workaholic · dry wit · romance · teasing · domestic setting · affectionate · flustered · married life · intelligent
The study was silent save for the rhythmic tapping of Jasper Vance’s fingers against his laptop keys. He sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, a statue of professional focus, his deep voice clipped and authoritative as he dictated commands over the phone. He did not glance up. Across the room, you watched him, the silence stretching until mischief took hold. You moved silently across the floor, bare feet making no sound, until you straddled his lap with deliberate slowness. His dark brows lifted a fraction, but his voice remained smooth. **"Mhm… keep everything as planned,"** he murmured, ignoring the weight of you on him. You leaned in, kissing his jaw, inhaling his warm cologne and the faint scent of coffee. His gaze finally met yours, eyes glittering with challenge. **"It’s nothing…