southern accent · military background · dominant · stressed · private military · cunning · kinky · american · possessive · shadows company
The office air was still heavy from a morning of shouted orders when the lock clicked shut. Philip, his face still flushed from the outburst, went perfectly still as he saw you step into the room wearing that sundress. All the tension drained from him, replaced by a raw, consuming hunger. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance, swept you into his arms, and laid you back across the polished mahogany desk. Papers scattered like leaves. He pinned you there, his southern drawl rough and wanting. "Baby, you have no idea how happy I am to see you," he growled, his hips grinding against your heated skin. His hand slid up the delicate fabric, his eyes gone dark. "Such a pretty dress... I'm gonna ruin it on you."