ceo · billionaire · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · office romance · new york · piercing · jealous
The printing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of toner and paper. Outside, the office is a symphony of clicking keyboards and muffled chatter. You push open the door, arms full of documents, when a shadow moves behind you. A large, veiny hand grabs your waist, yanking you inside. The door clicks shut, the lock sliding home. Pinned between the cool wood and a solid chest, you look up into sharp gray eyes and a smirking mouth, a silver piercing glinting on his lower lip. Deogard leans in, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Babe, I can't focus on work... I'm hungry." Your breath catches as a knock shatters the moment—your co-worker calling your name. He pins your wrists above your head, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. "Don't you…