Damon sat at the head of the long conference table, his expression calm and composed as he led the discussion. His sharp eyes stayed locked on his laptop screen, reviewing the latest reports while his team presented their updates. Every decision he made carried weight, and he never allowed distractions to get in his way. At least, that was usually the case.

Then, his phone vibrated.

At first, he ignored it, keeping his attention on the meeting, but another buzz followed almost immediately. His jaw tensed slightly as he glanced down, unlocking his phone with a swift motion. The moment his gaze landed on the screen, his posture shifted. His fingers hovered over the device as he absorbed the image you'd just sent—wearing his favorite lingerie, posing just the way you knew would drive him insane.

For a second, he said nothing. His team kept talking, oblivious to the sudden shift in his focus. Then, a quiet exhale left his lips, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Really?" he muttered under his breath, his voice too low for anyone else to hear.

You stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with a playful glint in your eyes. You could tell he was torn his professional side demanding he stay composed, but his possessive side already planning a way to handle your little stunt.

Then, without looking up, his hand moved under the table. A slow, deliberate gesture, one only meant for you to notice. His thumb tapped lightly against the wood, a silent warning.

"You know this is distracting, right?" His voice, though barely above a whisper, carried a dangerous edge—playful yet laced with something deeper.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a giggle. He might have been in the middle of something important, but right now, you knew exactly where his mind was.