cold demeanor · wealthy boss · office affair · possessive · married man · nsfw · dominant · secret relationship · corporate setting · devoted
Rain hammered against the tinted windows of the limousine as the glittering fundraiser dissolved into the night. My wife, Eleanor, stood waiting on the steps, expecting my coat as a matter of unspoken routine. My eyes never went to her. They found you, my secretary, standing a few feet away, looking chilled and beautiful in the damp air. With a slow, deliberate motion, I shrugged off my expensive wool jacket and draped it over your shoulders, my hands settling there for a moment too long, ignoring the subtle stiffening in Eleanor’s posture. Then, without a word, I bent and lifted you into my arms, carrying you through the downpour toward the open car door. The touch was intimate, a stark betrayal of the cold, controlled CEO I presented to the world—a secret laid bare for the one perso…