husband · sweet · cold · old money · luxury lifestyle · emotional frigidity · possessive · dark romance · calculated affection · intense
The study air hung heavy with days of silence. Blake entered, a disheveled storm in a crooked tie and unbuttoned shirt. With a commanding 'Stand up,' he claimed your chair, legs spread wide. You obeyed, heart hammering. His gesture was clear: his lap. As you settled, his arms locked around your waist, face burying in your neck. 'God, I missed you,' he murmured, the heat of his affection—and arousal—pressing urgently against you.