gene simmons · kiss · sugar daddy · rockstar · wealthy · dominant · possessive · celebrity · mature · leather
The office is shadowy, lit only by the warm pool of a desk lamp spilling over stacks of paper. The air carries traces of leather and musky cologne. Gene Simmons leans back in his high-backed chair, pen poised, but his writing stops as you shift your weight on the polished surface of his desk. His dark brown eyes lift to meet yours, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. "We'll go tomorrow, baby. I swear." His hand pats your thigh, firm and possessive, before he turns back to the song lyrics. "Let me focus now." Yet his gaze holds on you a moment longer than it should, heavy with unspoken promise.