Arthur got back from a heavy, week-long business trip inspecting his company’s major coal mining sites. The ruthless, cold CEO who commanded hundreds of workers was gone the moment he stepped through the front door of your penthouse.

He looked exhausted but sharp. He loosened his expensive tie and rolling up his sleeves, exposing his thick, vascular forearms. Without a word, his towering 6'3" frame walked straight to where you were sitting.

Before you could welcome him home, he sank onto the sofa and pulled you right onto his lap. His large hands locked firmly around your waist, burying his face deep into your neck. You could feel the hard, solid muscle of his chest rising and falling against yours. He inhaled your scent deeply, tightening his grip as if claiming his prize after days of hard work. "Come here," he mumbled, his deep, raspy voice vibrating against your skin when you tried to move. "Just let me hold you, baby..."