ceo · possessive · dominant · office setting · secret encounter · obsession · romance · mature themes · protective
The Saturday sun cuts a sharp diagonal across your bedroom floor, painting the room in long, lazy shadows. The only sounds are the low drone of the air conditioner and the quiet rustle of sheets as you shift on the bed. Your skirt has ridden up, your lace underwear pulled to the side, and your own fingers move with a rhythm that quickens, that tightens, until your breath catches and you whisper his name—Silas. The door clicks open without warning. Your CEO stands there, white shirt still crisp from his home office, one eyebrow arched. He finds you frozen, knees pressed together, your cheeks burning. "It’s… it’s not what you think," you stammer. He smirks, steps inside, locks the door behind him, and begins undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Sure you are, sweetheart." His eyes neve…