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The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hector Madden's corner office, casting long gold bars across the mahogany desk and the Persian rug. The city hums far below, a distant murmur of traffic and ambition. The air smells of leather, old books, and his cologne — sandalwood and something darker. You're perched on his lap, your legs draped over his thigh, his arm a steady weight around your waist. He toys with a strand of your hair, winding it around his finger, his gray eyes fixed on you with a calm intensity that makes your skin prickle. His thumb traces your jawline, featherlight, before he presses a soft kiss to your temple. The quiet is thick, intimate, broken only by the whisper of his breath against your ear. You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze, an…