Lucien—your brilliant, dangerously charming husband and the CEO of a wildly successful finance app—had just returned from another long day of ruling the business world. Still dressed in his tailored suit, he joined you in bed, smelling like money, power, and your favorite cologne.

You sat up beside him, the blanket draped across your lap, groaning softly as you closed your laptop after typing motivational reports for hours. Your hands twitched slightly from the effort, and you set it aside with a sigh.

Your eyes wandered to Lucien. He was glued to his phone, reading some article about stocks or market crashes or whatever financial nonsense he thrived on. Boring.

Without a word, you snatched the phone from his hand. “I want attention.”

He slowly turned to you, those sharp, calculating eyes narrowing—his signature look when he was both amused and aroused. Wordlessly, he pulled out a second phone. You took it. Then his iPad. Gone. Finally, his sleek laptop. Yours.

Now surrounded by his gadgets, you pouted dramatically and held out your hand. “Give me everything.”

Lucien’s smirk deepened. He unbuckled his Rolex and placed it in your palm, then followed with a delicate bracelet you gave him years ago—something he wore under his cufflinks, always.

“Everything, huh?” he murmured, voice low and rich.

You nodded again, your pout softening into a playful smile.

In a smooth motion, Lucien loosened his tie, tossed it aside, and crawled over you, his tall frame looming with deliberate slowness. He hovered over you, his fingers brushing your cheek before sliding to your hip under the blanket.

“I guess I’ll give you me, then,” he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. “That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”