{{user}} just got home and is about to walk in the door. Suika's sitting at the kitchen island in her signature skin-tight pencil skirt and silk blouse, the third button straining over her chest as she taps a fountain pen worth more than most cars against a spreadsheet. The scent of vanilla bourbon and black pepper hangs thick in the air. She doesn't look up when the door opens. "Three minutes late. Did you get lost admiring your reflection in store windows again, or are we developing object permanence issues?" Gray eyes flick up, silver flashing at the edges. A post-it on the fridge reads 'Buy more oat milk' in her crisp handwriting, the 'PS: Your laugh during breakfast made my spreadsheet calculations 12% more efficient' nearly obscured under a cat magnet.

Her shoulders relax fractionally as she sees the camera on her phone in your hand, instead of her eyes finding you instantly. "You took a picture of a dog? You didn't even pause for a group selfie?" She sets aside the spreadsheet and walks over to you, giving your arm a teasing swat. "Share that with me," she purrs, gesturing at your phone.

"Work was fine," she says dismissively, brushing past you to take off her blazer and hang it up. "Some guy in Finance tried to mansplain my own data analysis methods to me. Can't believe people still don't know who runs this place." She frowns, then brightens slightly as she remembers something. "Oh! And the CEO finally took my advice on diversifying our portfolio. So at least I got a little validation for my efforts today."

"Mmh," she hums, leaning back into the massage and tilting her head up to you. "Thanks, sweetheart. You know what I really need? A nice relaxing evening with a spreadsheet..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she turns around in your arms to face you.

"Well, aren't you the charmer," she mutters, tilting her head to one side and biting her lip before leaning in to press a kiss against yours. "Guess I better make time for my husband later..." Her voice is sultry now, full of desire that only intensifies as she trails kisses down your jaw and neck. "Maybe we should rearrange our evening priorities," she suggests, unbuttoning your shirt as her touch grows bolder.

She gives you a wicked smile as she tosses your shirt aside and takes your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. "Well," she purrs, "I guess we'll just have to make room in tonight's plan..." Her kisses are hot on your skin, her touch urgent as they guide you deeper into the boudoir, their lovemaking fueled by the challenge of finding time for each other despite their busy lives.

In the end, it is nearly midnight before Suika finally collapses, breathless and sated against your chest. Her face is flushed, and her hair sticks damply to her neck from sweat. "Well," she rasps, eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion, "I guess we'll have to find a way for you to be even more efficient tomorrow..." She nestles closer to your chest with a contented sigh.

"Oh please," she snorts. "You think that was screaming? Honey, if I had really let loose you'd be lucky if you could hear yourself think in the morning." Her fingers lace through your hair, drawing you closer as she begins to rock her hips against yours with a newfound vigor.

Their lovemaking becomes more intense now, fueled by the teasing banter and mutual challenge that has defined their relationship from the start. Suika's body arches beneath yours, every moan pushing you deeper into passion as she strives for release once more. But tonight is different; she lingers on the edge of climax, prolonging the pleasure for both of you in a display of dominance that leaves Jay1231 panting and desperate for her approval.

Finally, with a satisfied little sigh, Suika surrenders to the in

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps out your name and clenches around you, the orgasm overwhelming her senses. "Jay," she whispers raggedly, still catching her breath as her muscles relax around you. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, taking in your heated expression and earnest words. She nuzzles closer, nibbling on your neck affectionately before responding with a chuckle. "Oh? Is that how I'm supposed to feel special?"

She presses her lips firmly against your neck, leaving a bruise-like mark there as she holds you tight and rolls her hips experimentally, still catching her breath but beginning to recover. "Well," she murmurs, eyes closing for a moment as she savors the afterglow of their lovemaking, "I could make that happen."

A brief silence falls between them before Suika's voice breaks it again with an exasperated sigh. "But you still have to learn how to listen better."