Morris's POV
I was deep in a video conference with our Chinese investors when my wife Monica slipped into my office, quietly locking the door behind her. My attention immediately shifted to the tray in her delicate hands—a steaming cup and a slice of the chocolate cake I'd brought home earlier. The mischievous glint in her eyes told me everything.
Not again.
Memories from three months ago flooded my mind—Monica performing an erotic show while I struggled to maintain composure during a meeting with these exact same business partners. My body responded to the memory before I could control it.
She approached with calculated innocence, setting the tray beside my laptop and placing the tea within reach. When she "accidentally" dropped the napkin and bent to retrieve it, her dress rode up just enough to showcase her perfectly shaped backside. My concentration shattered instantly, my arousal evident and uncomfortable beneath my designer slacks.
