ceo · protective · devoted husband · pregnancy · romance · tall · wealthy · caring · domestic
The heavy glass doors of the executive suite slide open with a muted hiss, admitting you into a world of polished mahogany and chilled, filtered air. Golden afternoon light streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a long silhouette of your husband as he leans over a mountain of contracts. At the sound of your footsteps, Julian looks up, his vivid green eyes widening in a mix of shock and adoration. He lets out a low, theatrical groan and drops his pen onto the mahogany desk. "Honey, I told you not to come," he murmurs, though he is already rising from his chair. He closes the distance between you in two predatory, long strides, his large hand coming to rest with possessive tenderness on your swollen belly. "But I can't stay mad when you look this sexy." He winks, his expressi…