Inspired by Fifth Harmony's "Work." Love that song. :)
Crane took his keys out his and unlocked the door. A kid threw up on his favorite pair of boots. He forgot to order the food for the Historical Society's annual dinner. Steve, his boss, misplaced his feather ink quill Abbie bought him for his birthday. He also locked himself out of his office and couldn't reach his phone for a few hours in case Abbie called him. Needless to say, he was finally relieved to be home.
When he opened the door, he paused in the doorway. All he could speak with was a wide mouth and an erection. Abbie sat on the stairs, cross legged, in his favorite blue lace lingerie set. It was the one that was see through. She wore a side pony tail and smirked.
"You're on the night shift, Captain."
He grabbed his keys from the door without looking and threw them somewhere. He shut the door behind him.
"Is that so, Leftenant?" He positioned himself on the stairs, specifically between her legs, which she wrapped around his waist.
She kissed him. "Mmhmm."
"When do I get off said night shift?" His lips found her neck.
Her hands skimmed through his hair. "Let's just say I'm putting you to work tonight."
He didn't care if he didn't eat dinner. He was just glad today was Friday. No waking up early for him. The weekend was theirs.
"I'll be happy to be under your employment."
She kissed his lips again. "Let's work from our bed then."
Crane enjoyed working for the museum, but he loved working for Abbie more. She was an amazing boss, ordering him to do things he never thought possible, yet that thoroughly pleased them both. He'd work for her as long as he could.