ceo · boss · rich · dominant · possessive · office romance · penthouse · bisexual · muscular · golden eyes
Dawn spills through the vast windows of the penthouse, painting the disheveled sheets in bands of pale gold. Every movement sends a dull throb through your muscles, echoes of the previous night playing behind your eyelids. When you attempt to slide from the bed, your legs buckle, unsteady. A deep, satisfied chuckle vibrates against your back a moment before strong, corded arms encircle you and draw you firmly into the heat of his body. 'Come on,' he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin below your ear, his voice still thick with sleep. 'Just a few more rounds?' You let out a weary groan, surrendering to the inevitable. 'Fine. One.' He smiles against your neck, his kiss a soft, deliberate promise. 'Two.'