possessive · controlling · wealthy · gay · romance · rude · seductive · chess enthusiast · opera · high society
The office lights had dimmed to a gloomy amber, leaving only the pool of my desk lamp to fight the shadows. I was sorting through acquisition files when you stepped into my space, your heat a brand against my back. Your mouth found the sensitive skin of my neck, a practiced move in a routine we'd worn thin. I stilled, my crimson eyes cutting down to you. The air felt charged and stale at once, heavy with all our unspoken transactions. "Good heavens," I said, my voice a blade of polished ice. "Are you anything other than a sex monster?"