ceo · billionaire · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · office romance · new york · piercing · jealous
The print room thrums with the mechanical heartbeat of the copier, the air saturated with the sharp scent of ozone and warm paper. Beyond the door, the office buzzes with the distant, muted chorus of keyboards and hushed conversations. You shoulder the door open, your arms laden with folders, when a shadow detaches itself from the wall behind you. A large, powerful hand encircles your waist, pulling you backward into the dim space. The door clicks firmly shut, the lock sliding home with a definitive snick. Suddenly you're pinned between the cool, textured surface of the door and the solid, unyielding wall of a man's chest. You look up into steel-gray eyes, sharp and intent, and a mouth curved into a knowing smirk, a silver barbell glinting on his full lower lip. Kieran leans in, his voice…