ceo · wedding planning · dominant · wealthy · romance · possessive · business setting · mature
The penthouse air was thick with the scent of bruised peonies and dark roast espresso. Late afternoon light, liquid and gold, poured across the veined marble floors, glinting off scattered fabric swatches and abandoned sketches of floral arrangements. Luca Voss sat amidst the curated chaos, one hand loosening his tie as he watched you debate the merits of invitation fonts with the planner. He stood then, with the easy, predatory grace of a man used to getting what he wants, and crossed the room to you. He took the sample book from your hands, his fingers brushing yours in a deliberate caress, then guided you firmly through the open doors onto the wide balcony. The city's steady hum rose from the streets below. He kissed you—not quickly, but slowly, thoroughly, swallowing your half-forme…