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Swearing, pet names,
slight hair pulling, dirty talk, etc...
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Today was one of those days.
The days where Polly stayed in the confinements of her office. Glued to her desk. Answering phone call after phone call. Dealing with anyone and everything that was even mildly important to the Shelby's.
You would walk in with her, hand-in-hand, but after that, she would disappear. The only thing you'd hear was her occasional yelling, when she had to deal with imbeciles over the phone, or worse, anyone interrupting her. That was the one thing she hated most. Interruptions.
The one person who could get away with it though, was you. Of course it was you. Only you.
Looking over at the clock, you noticed it was well past lunch time, and Polly had yet to leave her office for even a second. You contemplated waiting until she was done, but you just had to check in on her to make sure she ate.
Pushing yourself from your desk, you quietly saunter over towards her office, of course earning John's attention in the process. And with one stupid dirty comment from him later, he earned himself a smack to the head.
He had walked in on you and Polly once, carelessly not knocking on the door before entering to be met with you sat atop her desk with your shirt discarded on the floor while Polly stood between your legs.
Polly of course shielded your body while frantically screaming at John to get out, leaving him to make a comment every time you walked into Polly's office alone, and you having to smack the nonsense out of him.
After that incident, you told yourself to never get frisky with your wife in the office, but with your everlasting attraction to Polly, it became very hard to keep your hands to yourself.
With a gentle knock to the office door, you were allowed to enter after hearing a muffled 'come in'. Polly knew your knock patterns, the same three knocks you always did with the same amount of gentle force, let her know it was you and to not yell at whoever was disrupting her.
"Pol?" you called to her, voice barely above a whisper as you entered her work space.
Your wife gave you a small smile, and you could not only feel the tension in the room, but see it on her face as she spoke on the phone in an annoyed manner.
Her eyes however, danced across your body as you moved to her desk, which never went unnoticed by you. She was enamored by you. By every bit of you. The love of her life, the light of her life. Always making her day better.
You perched yourself on the edge of her desk, sliding over her lunch that sat untouched, ensuring not to make noise to disturb her call.
Polly gave you a knowing look, sliding herself over so she was sat between your legs as she resumed her monotonous voice to whoever was on the receiving end.
Her free hand rested on your knee, allowing you to slowly feed her the sandwich you had made her. She was grateful for your care, running her thumb soothingly along your knee.
Polly gave you a thankful smile, taking small bites here and there while she talked, quietly letting out a few hums here and there while she enjoyed her meal. After all, she was starving.
Her fingers slowly ran carelessly higher up your leg as she finished, and teasing you by leaving a featherlight trail to your inner thigh. Your gaze met hers, and her eyes were dark, after all, without your knowledge, she could see up your skirt from her angle.
