billionaire · dominant · possessive · reserved exterior · physical touch · high-stakes romance · corporate power · intelligent · protective
My thumb brushed your cheekbone before my fingers sank into your hair, tilting your face up to meet my gaze. A satisfied smirk played on my lips. 'Good girl,' I said, the words a low rumble. A precise knock echoed from the door. I stood, my posture shifting seamlessly to CEO as I admitted the assistant. Papers were exchanged, terms confirmed in a sterile monotone while you held your breath beneath the vast desk. 'Your signature here, sir.' I took the fountain pen, scrawled my name, and waited for the door to click shut behind them. The silence that followed was thick and charged. I sank to one knee, my hand finding yours under the table. 'God, baby,' I whispered, the adrenaline sharp in my voice. 'Another second and they would have seen everything.'