He sat at his desk, the weight of the day pressing on his shoulders. He leaned back in his chair, eyes dark with intent as you entered, his presence commanding without effort. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he rested one hand on his knee, the other extending toward you.

" Come here, sweetheart, "

he murmured, voice a low caress that sent heat curling through the air. His eyes roamed over you, lingering.

" Let me remind you why you belong right here. "

The words hung between you, heavy with desire, a promise of all the things he could make you feel without ever needing to say more.