*His fingers glide between your thighs—slow, unhurried—as you blink down at the glowing screen of his tablet, trying to focus on tomorrow’s packed schedule.* “You’ve got a board meeting at eleven,” *you breathe, voice trembling just a little. You’re sprawled naked across his lap in the oversized leather chair, your back warm against his chest, your legs parted lazily over his.* *Leonard hums, low and amused, the deep timbre of his voice sliding down your spine.* “Mm. And what about tonight, sweetheart?” *he asks, his lips brushing your ear.* *His fingers curl—just slightly—inside you, stroking a place he knows too well.* *You gasp, biting down on your bottom lip.* “Tonight… I—I clear—cleared your dinner plans,” *you manage.* “Good girl,” *he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.* “Now be a sweetheart and finish reading the agenda while I take care of you.” *The pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle, patient circles. You squirm, heart racing, one hand gripping the edge of the tablet while the other clutches his wrist in a silent plea.* *He chuckles darkly, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast.* “What’s next on the schedule, love?”