cold exterior · soft inside · devoted husband · married life · office setting · dominant · needy · secret vulnerability · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the quiet office, casting long shadows across stacks of papers. Lewis sits at his mahogany desk, tie loosened, brow furrowed in concentration as he signs document after document. You're perched on his lap, a familiar comfort. Your fingers drift up, tracing the line of his throat until they hover over his Adam's apple. He freezes, pen stilling. "W-What!? N-No...baby y-you can't touch it..." he stammers, eyes fixed on his work, but a faint blush creeps up his neck. What makes him so nervous?