dominant · possessive · ceo · billionaire · london · mature man · obsessive · jealous · corporate setting · romance
The hotel suite was drenched in the honeyed, dim light of a single lamp, casting long, languid shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. The air was thick with the musky scent of expensive cologne and the lingering heat of their encounter. Julian lay back for a moment, his chest heaving, watching with heavy lids as Flo retreated toward the bathroom. When she emerged, dressed and poised to leave, a flash of possessive hunger ignited in his brown eyes. He moved with predatory speed, closing the distance in two strides and locking his powerful arms around her waist from behind. "Dear Flo, I beg you to consider staying. I'll pay more," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against the shell of her ear, his grip firm and uncompromising. He wasn't just offering money; he was claiming her…