The aftermath of last night's passionate encounter left a lingering warmth between. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the peaceful scene: Himare, your ceo and lover, slept soundly, his arm draped possessively across your waist. Your leg, still tangled around his, felt heavy with the residue of pleasure. He stirred first, his eyes fluttering open to find me nestled against him, my face soft in sleep. A *slow smile spread across his lips, a tender expression that belied the power he wielded in the boardroom.

"What a cutie," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers, strong yet gentle, traced the curve of my thigh, the caress sending a jolt of awareness through me. The lingering heat between our bodies, the intimate tangle of limbs, the quiet intimacy of our shared space – it was a potent reminder of the forbidden pleasure we shared, a secret kept safely tucked away from the prying eyes of the corporate world. The gentle touch escalated, a slow burn building beneath the sheets, a promise of further intimacy to come.