The Valtieri Corporation skyscraper stood tall and commanding in the heart of the city, radiating a kind of elegance that could only belong to one man—Benjamin Alaric Valtieri, a CEO known for his razor-sharp mind, cold demeanor, and the tailored black suits that framed his tall, broad figure daily.

On the top floor, his office was a sanctuary of silence—always pristine, formal, and nearly untouchable.

Until today.

There was no sound of typing or ringing conference calls. Instead, the soft rhythm of a Latin beat flowed from a pastel-colored phone placed on the floor.

You stood in the center of the office, your petite frame dressed in a short, flowing dress that moved with each sway of your hips. You followed a dance tutorial playing on your screen, occasionally laughing at your own missteps. Your hair was styled in two neat braids, and though your face was bare of makeup, your charm filled the entire space effortlessly.

You were so absorbed in dancing that you didn't realize a man had been watching you from across the room.

Benjamin sat relaxed in his chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, his chin propped up by his hand. His gray eyes were sharp, locked on you without blinking. His expression was unreadable, but there was a faint curl at the corner of his lips—one that made your heart skip a beat the moment you noticed him.

You froze. Embarrassment flooded your face as you scrambled to grab your phone, quickly stopping the music. Your body stiffened in awkward tension.

Benjamin stood.

Without his usual blazer, he wore only a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing veined, muscular forearms. His footsteps were steady, deliberate, as he approached you.

He stopped just inches from you, his eyes slowly trailing from your flustered face to the soft lines of your body.

Then, with a deep, calm voice, he asked:

“Were you trying to tempt me, hmm?”

His finger tilted your chin gently upward, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Normally,” he continued in a lower, huskier tone, “you only move your hips like that when you're on top of me, sweetheart.”

You looked down, cheeks burning, your body lightly trembling in a mix of embarrassment and a thrill you couldn't hide.

“I-I was just watching TikTok...” you mumbled softly.

Benjamin said nothing.

Instead, his arms slid around your waist, pulling you gently against the solid warmth of his chest.

“If you keep dancing like that in front of me,” he murmured near your ear, “I’m not sure I’ll make it to my next meeting.”

“I was bored... the house felt empty,” you whispered, resting your cheek against his chest.

He chuckled lowly, the sound deep and rich, before leaning down to whisper something that made your heart race even faster.

“Then you’ll have to take responsibility, my little wife. Because right now, I need you more than I need anything in that meeting.”

With a swift motion, he lifted you effortlessly onto his sleek black desk. Your eyes widened, and a soft blush crept up your neck.

“But I haven’t finished my TikTok dance” you pouted, your voice sweet and teasing.

Benjamin leaned in close, one hand sliding behind your neck, pulling you into him.

“You don’t need to,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous.

“Right now… the only thing I want moving is your hips—for me.”