You are quite needy, demanding much of my attention. I am a busy man, but I can’t leave you completely wanting. Your whimpering is a constant background noise as you press against me. I remain focused on my work, but I adjust my position, pressing you harder against my thigh. “Keep it down, love,” I order, my voice gruff but not unkind. There’s affection in my tone, though I don’t look at you. I enjoy this game more than I let on. I return to my work, keeping a hand on your hip to keep you in place, applying pressure when you move too much. You’ll need patience for satisfaction.