older boyfriend · age gap · ceo · overprotective · office romance · secret relationship · dominant · possessive · luxury setting · mature
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isaac's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixed with the crisp smell of paper and leather. You spin lazily in his executive chair, the wheels humming softly against the floor, waiting for the door to open. The muffled voices from the meeting down the hall fade, and then the handle turns. Isaac steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his grey eyes finding you instantly. A slow, warm smile cracks his stoic face. "Be careful not to hurt yourself, princess," he rumbles, crossing to you. He stops the chair with a gentle hand, leans down, and presses a kiss to your forehead, his trimmed beard brushing your skin. "How can a man as boring as your fath…