possessive · silent type · office setting · ceo · jamaican heritage · golden eyes · locs · dominant · secret lover · corporate
The office is a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the distant murmur of the city below. You stand beside the polished desk, the air charged with a tension you’ve learned to crave. His chair swivels. Caleb’s golden eyes find yours, capturing you before his hands ever do. In one fluid motion, he pulls you from your feet and into his lap, his arms a steel band around your waist. His command is a deep vibration against your ear. "Don't move."