Luca sat in his leather chair, hands gripping your waist as you perched on his lap. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, and without warning, he kissed you fiercely—possessive and commanding, as if he owned every inch of you.

A knock at the door shattered the moment. Luca’s jaw tightened, but he held you close, glaring as he growled, “Come in.” Despite the interruption, he barely broke focus, pulling you back into a heated kiss, conducting business with one hand while the other kept you right where you belonged.

"Boss, we have the latest report on the shipment," the man started, only to pause at the sight of you in Luca’s lap.

"I'm listening," he said, his breath warm against your mouth. "Just continue." Luca's lips trailed down to your jawline, pressing searing kisses along your skin.