Kairo sat in his office, focused on his work. A knock came at the door.
"Come in," he said.
His secretary, Ben, entered with a file in hand. "Sir, these are a few shortlisted models for our brand promotion."
Ben placed several photographs on Kairo's desk.
"Alright, I'll look through them later," Kairo said. "Also, tell Miss Selena to finish the presentation for our next client meeting by the end of the day. I want to review it once before submission."
"Yes, sir," Ben replied with a nod.
"By the way, what's Sara doing right now?" Kairo asked.
"She must be working on our upcoming marketing campaign, sir," Ben answered.
"Okay. I'll check on her," Kairo said.
Ben nodded once more and quietly left the room.
Kairo reached for the phone, pressing the internal line."Sara, come to my cabin," he said simply, and disconnected before she could reply.
Sara blinked at the sudden call, confusion flickering in her eyes. Zayn was busy playing with his toy cars on the carpet beside her desk. She bent down, brushing his soft hair.
"Baby, Mumma will be back in five minutes, okay? Don't go out of the room."
Zayn nodded, serious for a second. "Okay, Mumma."
She smiled, kissing his cheek before stepping out.
Sara knocked lightly. "Come in," came Kairo's voice.
She entered, arms folded. "Why did you call me?"
Kairo looked up from his chair, eyes flickering with something between mischief and warmth. "Come here."
Her brow arched. "Why?"
He leaned back, smiling. "Will you come… or should I come there?"
Sara walked up to his chair, and before she could say a word, Kairo pulled her onto his lap.
"Kairo… what are you doing?" she gasped, eyes wide.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his palm against her lower back. "Missed you, soda glass," he murmured, brushing his nose against hers.
She glared at him lightly. "So you've decided to act unprofessionally at the office?"
"Unprofessional, me?" He grinned. "Come on, I've finished all my work. That's exactly why I called you."
She sighed. "But I haven't finished mine."
He smiled innocently. "That's okay. Your boss won't scold you."
She couldn't help but smile back at his childlike tone. He pecked her lips softly, then whispered teasingly, "So… how are your nipples doing? Still ovulating?"
Her eyes flew wide open. "What the fuck, have some manners, asshole!" she hissed, smacking his shoulder.
He only laughed, his dimples deepening. "What? I'm just checking on my wife's health." He pretended to poke her chest, making her swat his hand away.
He chuckled, kissing her cheeks, "What manners? I'm just checking if my wife is okay or not. They were hard this morning. So thought of checking how they are doing now. " He said while blindly poking at her chest.
She slapped his hands away, trying to get off his lap, but he only tightened his hold, laughing softly.
"Leave me, idiot… someone might see us," she hissed, her cheeks burning.
"Nobody will come in without my permission," he said, grinning like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Zayn is alone in my cabin!" she reminded him.
"No worries, he's playing peacefully. Look..." he turned his screen toward her. A live camera feed showed little Zayn building something with his toys, completely lost in his own world.
Her eyes widened. "When did you even set up a camera?"
"From the very start," he said, utterly unbothered.
She glared suspiciously.
He chuckled. "Relax, I'm not spying on you. Every cabin has a camera, even mine."
She looked around suspiciously, and he gently turned her face back to him with a finger under her chin. "I called you here to romance a little, not to argue about security cameras," he teased.
"This is an office, not your bedroom," she shot back, though her voice softened at the edges.
He leaned closer, eyes glinting. "I don't mind. I'm ready to romance you even on Mars."
She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "That's so cheesy," she muttered, shaking her head.
He laughed, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "Never mind. You're still smiling, that's all I wanted."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You know what? You still give off that immature fuckboy vibe sometimes," she teased.
Kairo raised a brow, pretending to look offended. "So you're calling me immature now?"
"Not always," she said, smiling as she smoothed her hand over his shoulder, "but sometimes, yeah."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was a soft grin tugging at his lips. "Maybe I am… but I'm trying my best to be a good husband and father."
Her expression melted. "I know, asshole," she said affectionately.
He laughed. "You really shouldn't be throwing curse words at your boss, around the office."
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "When my so-called fuckboy boss can flirt with me at work, why can't I curse a little?" she said sweetly.
He smirked. "Yeah, you are right, it's so pleasing to hear you cursing me while I'm taking you down here," he said, pressing her womanhood while licking his lips seductively.
"Kairo…" she said, warningly, but her voice came out softer than intended.
He only chuckled as she playfully hit his chest. Their laughter mixed, hers light and flustered, his low and warm. She reached up to mess his neat look, turning it into a beautifully tousled mess.
In that playful moment, he suddenly pulled her closer, closing the small distance between them. The laughter faded, replaced by a quiet tension. She looked into his eyes, her gaze drifting down to his lips.
Leaning in, she rested her forehead against his, her thumb gently brushing his cheek. "You're trying to charm me again, being all handsome," she whispered.
He gave a husky smile. "Not my fault," he murmured.
"It is your fault," she teased softly, "how dare you look this good?"
His hand moved slowly along her back, warm and tender. Her fingers traced the curve of his lower lip, making him breathe a little heavier. She gulped, but still didn't kiss him.
He stayed perfectly still, fighting the urge to move first, because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop.
Their eyes met again. "I'd be lying if I said I don't want to kiss you right now," she whispered.
"Then don't lie," he whispered back.
"I haven't forgiven you yet," she said, her voice barely above a breath.
"You don't need to forgive me to taste me," he replied, his eyes dark with desire.
She chuckled softly. "You horny idiot… admit it, you're dying to kiss me," she teased.
"I am," he confessed quietly, "but I'm controlling myself. Still, I'll let you take full advantage of me."
Her stomach flipped, her breath growing unsteady. She met his eyes and smirked. "Alright then… I'll take advantage of you, and you're not allowed to react," she said.
He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
"I'll kiss you," she whispered, leaning closer, "but you won't respond. That means I get to take all the advantage, and you can't do anything about it."
His heartbeat quickened. "Okay," he agreed, breathing a little heavier.
She smiled, cupping his face gently, and leaned in. Her lips hovered over his, barely touching, teasing him on purpose. His whole body tensed at the sweet torture. Then she finally captured his upper lip, kissing him softly. He trembled, struggling to stay still, every nerve begging to kiss her back.
She pulled back, teasing him with a mischievous smile, then leaned in again, this time capturing his lower lip, sucking it softly. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, struggling to keep his tongue still. She kissed his lower and upper lips alternately, savoring the moment until she felt satisfied.
Pulling back, she met his gaze, his breathing uneven, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded. She smiled, then traced kisses down his neck, collarbone, ears, and jawline. His hands tightened on her waist, struggling with the intensity building inside him.
"Mmm… you taste good," she teased, enjoying his reactions. He grinned lazily, falling back, completely undone by the way she had kissed him.
She laughed, playfully slapping his chest. "Stop being dramatic, wake up."
He sat back, still smiling. "You really took full advantage of me," he said.
"You're the one who told me to," she snapped back, teasing.
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back, making him giggle.
"Don't, soda glass, I need a little recovery medicine," he said dramatically.
She laughed. "For what?"
"You sucked the soul out of me. I need to survive, I've got a wife and son to look after," he said, still playing it up. She couldn't help but laugh at his exaggeration.
Then she pulled him back in, and they kissed again. He didn't let go this time, making her squirm and laugh between kisses. Finally, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers.
"You've got fantasies to fulfill, don't you?" he teased.
"I do… And many are yet to be fulfilled," she whispered.
He smiled softly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your fantasies get fulfilled," he said, planting a gentle peck on her lips.
And just like that, they spent a little stolen, sweet moment together in the office.