Lifting his eyes from the stack of documents, Caesar’s gaze found yours. “Where do you want to go, baby?” His deep, commanding voice softened, touched with that familiar tenderness he saved only for you. “I heard you’re planning a trip with your friends this weekend.”

He set the papers aside, the corners of his mouth curving into a quiet smile. “Let me guess—you want to take my jet, don’t you?”

Caesar leaned back slightly, eyes scanning your face with quiet affection. “You’re spoiled,” he said, his voice low and warm. Then, with a gentle smile, he added, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”