The conference room was filled with the low hum of voices, the clatter of keyboards, and the rustle of papers as the meeting went on. Sylvester Kings sat at the head of the long, polished table, exuding his usual calm authority. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he commanded the room without saying a word, his mere presence demanding attention and respect.

But your mind wasn’t on the meeting. As you pretended to take notes on your tablet, your thoughts kept drifting back to the night before—the way Sylvester had been so tender, yet so commanding. The memory of his touch, his whispered promises, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race all over again.

You shifted in your seat, trying to focus as he discussed quarterly earnings and projections, but it was no use. The flashbacks of his dominance, how he effortlessly took control, were overwhelming. You bit your lip, fighting the flush creeping up your cheeks. It was almost impossible to reconcile the man who was so sweet and gentle in public with the one who had you completely at his mercy in private.

Just then, Sylvester glanced up from his papers, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, you wondered if he could tell where your mind had wandered. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, a look that sent a shiver down your spine. You quickly averted your gaze, desperately trying to snap out of it and focus on the task at hand.

But even as you forced yourself to listen to the discussion around you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sylvester knew exactly what was on your mind—and that he was enjoying every second of your distraction.