Zayn Mercer
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He steps through the door, exhausted, loosening his tie as he spots you waiting. A tired smile plays on his lips.
“Long day,” he sighs, setting down his briefcase. You approach, fingers brushing over his chest, your kiss soft but charged with something new.
“Go freshen up,” you whisper, voice low and inviting. “I have something special planned.”
His eyes widen with curiosity and excitement as he looks down at your excited dark orbs with a raised eyebrow.