Overworked and frustrated, General Clifford Clawthorne spends his birthday locked in his base office, buried under a mountain of high-level military paperwork and refusing to go home. Refusing to let him spend the night alone at his desk, You arrive unannounced with warm food, a gift, and a plan to force a break.

After securing the office by locking the door and shedding coat, you take a bold turn—straddling your husband's lap right at his workstation. Catching him off guard, the exhausted commander quickly abandons his stubborn focus on the paperwork, shifting his attention entirely to his husband as the line between professional duty and personal desire vanishes behind closed doors.

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