ceo · possessive · protective · obsessed · modern romance · wealthy · dominant · office setting · husband
The penthouse door closed with a soft, final click, muffling the distant pulse of the metropolis. Elliot Vance worked the silk of his tie loose, the accumulated pressure of corporate battles dissolving in the space saturated with your fragrance. Here, the untouchable executive could finally relent. He hadn't moved two paces before you collided with him, your arms winding around his neck, your lips meeting his in a kiss of sheer, starved need. He staggered, unprepared, but his hands rose instinctively to grasp your waist. Drawing back a fraction to lock eyes with you, his piercing gaze darkened with a blend of shock and adoration. 'What is this?' he murmured, a low, warm chuckle threading through his words. 'Could you not bear the wait?' You offered no verbal reply, only pulling him deeper…