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You lean forward over your desk dejectedly, eyeing the next pile of invoices that demanded your attention. You'd always thought that working from home would be easier, but it almost felt as if more work came your way as a result. You start to work through the next paper, checking through the figures carefully, until a firm squeeze of your shoulders shocks you out of your concentration.
“Guess who~?” came the voice by your ear, and although there's a smile on your face, you roll your eyes and sigh.
“Hello again, Joseph dear,” you reply, turning to your husband for a moment to kiss his cheek.
“That's more like it,” Joseph chuckled, wrapping his arms around you from behind, the silver beard tickling you as he leans in to kiss your neck. He's a distracting man by default, but clearly he's trying extra hard this time.
“Joseph…” You sigh again, looking down to read your invoice without really taking it in. “I have so much work to do, you know that…”
“But it's so late! You shouldn't be working this late!” Joseph's tone is somewhat petulant, but his face is so close that you can feel his lips brush your neck as he speaks.
“I won't be too much longer,” you promise. “I need to get this work done.”
“But, honey…” Joseph's lips move closer to your ear, his hands wandering down from your shoulders over your body. “Daddy wants to play…”
You swallow hard. Suddenly, the only thing you want to spread across this desk is yourself, with Joseph right there on top of you, but the last of your self-control exerts itself. “J-Joseph, I'm a bit tied up right now!”
“Is that so?” Joseph replies with amusement, and before you can reply, you find that you're bound quite securely to your chair with Hermit Purple. It's a strange feeling, and you assume Joseph's influence means it doesn't hurt you, but it's certainly not unpleasant.
“Guess you really are tied up now, aren't you, honey?” grins Joseph, leaning around to watch your face. You wear a complicated expression, a mixture of irritation and arousal.
“You are impossible, Joseph,” you sigh, chuckling under your breath.
“I only want to be sure you're not overworking yourself,” Joseph smiles, leaning in to kiss you, his hand squeezing your thigh. A shiver runs along your spine: you get the feeling that it will be Joseph overworking you tonight…