But there were never enough hours in the day for simple pleasures. Maybe, just this once, reports could wait for a few minutes.
Kathryn leaned her Ready Room chair back, closing her eyes.
Her fingers slid to where she wanted, tracing around the outside, teasing.
She reveled in the heat.
Biting her lip, she dipped her fingers inside.
So hot. Hot and wet.
Lifting her fingers, she licked them clean. Again. And again.
She would never get enough of that taste.
The door chimed suddenly.
She sat up, guiltily wiping coffee from her fingers, setting her mug down.