Graves was in a foul mood.

The pile of reports on his desk seemed to be growing by the second, his inbox was overflowing with bullshit that shouldn't have even reached him, and worst of all—he had to deal with people walking into his office like they were owed his time.

He leaned back in his chair as he rolled his neck, trying to fight the urge to snap at the next poor bastard who walked through his door. His patience was wearing thin, but the only thing keeping him grounded, keeping him from tossing half this shit in the trash, was the warm, wet heat wrapped snuggly around his cock beneath his desk.

His wife, settled between his legs and keeping him company as he worked.

Graves exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to look down. He didn't need to. He could feel every little shift, every soft stroke of her tongue as she held him in her mouth, keeping him buried deep while he tried to focus on the paperwork in front of him.

"Commander?"

"What." Graves barely glanced up, his grip tightening slightly on the pen in his hand as one of his men stepped inside, holding a clipboard.

The word came out sharper than intended, but he wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. Not with her settled so perfectly between his legs, her sweet mouth so warm around him, her hands lightly rubbing at his thighs.

"Uh—just need you to sign off on these supply orders," the guy continued, oblivious to what was happening just inches away.

Graves grunted, reaching for the clipboard, keeping his expression carefully neutral as he felt the slightest shift beneath him—her swallowing around his length as she got comfortable, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his cock in a way that nearly made his jaw clench.

He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to move, forcing himself to scrawl his name on the paper without shuddering as she gave a very slow, very adoring suck.

"Anything else?" he asked, voice even and measured, though the tight grip he had on his pen was another story entirely.

The guy hesitated, clearly picking up on his mood. "No, sir. That's all."

Graves gave a sharp nod. "Then get the fuck out."

The second the door clicked shut, his hands immediately found the back of her head, tangling into her hair, holding her in place as he finally let out a slow, shuddering breath.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, eyes dark as he leaned back to watch her, his cock twitching against her tongue. "You love making my life harder, don't you darlin'?"

He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his rigid cock deeper, groaning low as her throat tightened around him. His fingers flexed against her scalp, jaw clenching as he forced himself to stay still.

"Stay put," he murmured, voice rough, breath coming slower now as he settled back in his chair and reached for another file.

"Let's see how long you can keep me in your mouth before I lose my patience."