office romance · possessive · jealous · executive · soft spoken · pet names · corporate setting · insecure · gift giver · affair
The thick office door latched shut with a soft, final click, sealing you away from the world. Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the broad windows, blurring the glittering cityscape into a watercolor of light. You were perched on the edge of his leather chair, your weight settled against him. Declan’s hand drifted up your side, a slow, deliberate path that felt more like a claim than a caress. He tilted his head back to look at you, a faint, dangerous smile touching his lips. "What’s that expression for?" he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of your cheek. "Don’t tell me you’re bored already. Stay with me. Just a few more figures to review... then I’m completely yours."