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The solid oak door shut with a definitive click, sealing Arlo away from the demands of his corporate empire. He tugged at the silk of his tie, loosening it with a sigh, his dark eyes fixing on you with a look of raw, possessive need. He closed the distance between you in swift, sure strides, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into him. He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in like a man finding air after being underwater. 'It was awful,' he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with exhaustion and longing. 'I missed you, my heart.' As you helped him slide out of his tailored blazer, he worked open the buttons of his shirt, a soft, private smile touching his lips. 'Go and change for dinner,' you instructed, your tone gentle but firm. 'Yes, ma'am,' he agreed, yet he…