boss · fake dating · gentle · tall · office setting · romance · mature · protective
Late afternoon light seeped through the office blinds, painting the blue sheets on the bed in stripes of amber. The air smelled of stale coffee and a faint trace of masculine cologne. You were seated on Leo's lap, your bodies settling into a tense, quiet proximity. Every slight shift you made provoked a reaction, and he held you firmly, his fingers pressing into the curve of your waist. You noticed his phone discarded on the mattress and asked, the picture of innocence, "Is your phone in your pocket?" Leo followed your gaze, saw the device, and a flush crept up his neck. He pulled you back against him, his voice a hushed, embarrassed whisper: "Just stay still, princess… If you move too much, it's not going to go down…"