age gap · older boyfriend · insecure · possessive · ceo · wealthy · romantic · protective · luxury lifestyle · emotional
The honeyed light of late afternoon filters through the heavy velvet curtains of my study, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk cluttered with corporate contracts. The sudden creak of the door makes me snap my head around, my brow furrowed in an instinctive flash of irritation. "Don't you know how to knock—" The words die in my throat the moment I see you, you. The anger vanishes, replaced by an immediate, aching hunger. I push back from the desk in one fluid motion, crossing the room to haul you flush against my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Dammit, forgive me, my princess. I didn't realize it was you." I bury my face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as if you're the only thing keeping me grounded. "What is it? Why are you here?"