Genesis sat curled up on the oversized couch Kieran had delivered to the office just yesterday — specifically for her. Plush, ridiculously comfy, and absurdly big, it could've swallowed her whole if she let it. But she didn't. She clung to the edge like it was the only thing grounding her.
The moment they'd stepped into the office, Rachel had pounced on Kieran with a flood of updates and tasks waiting for his attention — he'd been away, after all. But before he could deal with any of that, he'd had to do one important thing first: get his wife to detach herself from him. That alone had taken thirty minutes.
She only agreed to sit on the couch under one condition — he had to stay where she could see him. No leaving the room. So instead of attending his scheduled meeting, he brought the meeting to his office.
Now, a small group of key department heads — Strategy, Operations, and Finance — filled the room, seated across from Kieran.
Genesis barely noticed them.
Her focus was locked on him.
Kieran stood leaning casually against his desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, one hand braced beside him. His voice filled the room — calm, firm, in control. Every time he spoke, the air seemed to still. Heads turned. Mouths shut. The room listened.
He didn't just command attention — he owned it.
"…And I expect weekly progress reports. No excuses," he said, tone sharp and smooth, like a man used to being obeyed.
Genesis swallowed hard.
Her eyes dipped — not respectfully. Not innocently. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering where his slacks pulled snug across his thick thighs. When he shifted, the muscle beneath flexed, like power waiting to be unleashed. Veins lined his forearms, and the fabric of his sleeves stretched ever so slightly over the firm bulk of his biceps.
She squirmed on the couch.
God, he was handsome. She had expected to be bored out of her mind, stuck in the office with nothing to do but sit around. But her thoughts had taken a sharp left turn.
She imagined those big hands sliding over her hips, gripping her waist, pinning her down. Holding her close.
A heat sparked low in her belly.
She crossed her legs tightly, biting her lip as if that would help.
It didn't.
She tried to look away. Failed.
Her eyes dragged back to him, down to where his pants hugged him just right, and the rush between her legs came back with a vengeance. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse.
What… what was this?
Her breath quickened. Her heart thumped faster. Her body was lighting up in ways it never had before without any foreplay.
She wanted him. Desperately.
Usually, he initiated everything — the touch, the tension, the heat. But this… this came from her. It was new. And it was overwhelming.
She shifted again, trying to quiet the urge inside her, but her gaze wouldn't stop roaming. Kieran glanced her way briefly, his face unreadable, before turning back to the meeting. He had no idea what was happening to her.
Genesis nearly whined.
She needed him.
Now.
The meeting couldn't end fast enough.
By the time the last person left the room, her nerves were strung so tight she thought she might combust.
Kieran said something to Rachel, closed the office door, then turned—
And froze.
Genesis was already standing in front of him, flushed, glassy-eyed, her fingers anxiously tugging at the hem of her shirt.
"Baby, are you okay—"
He didn't get to finish.
She launched herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest, her body trembling with something she didn't quite know how to name.
He smiled. "Do you miss me already?" he said, rubbing a hand down her back — but suddenly went tense when he felt his belt buckle being removed.
"What are you doing, Princess?" His voice was stiff as he looked down at her. She looked up at him, blinking owlishly, looking far too innocent for what she was doing.
Then she pulled out the belt and threw it to the floor, slipping her hand into his pants.
His eyes went wide, and he pulled her hand away. "No, baby. We can't do that right now. I have a meeting."
She shook her head and tried to pull her hand from his grip, reaching for his pants again.
"Princess, not now." He moved to grab his belt and picked it up, but when he looked at her again, he gritted his teeth. Tears filled her eyes — and he was both astonished and confused. He had never seen her act this way.
He reached for her face, but she reached for his pants again.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
"Sir, they're here. Can they come in?" Rachel said from outside his office.
"N—" He was about to answer when Genesis, with strength he didn't know she had, went on her tiptoes, dragged his head down, and pressed her lips to his.
"Okay, sir," Rachel said. His eyes went wide, and he pulled away from the kiss.
"Go sit there. Now," he said firmly, pointing to the corner. He rushed to his seat just as the door was clicking open. Genesis turned and quickly slid under his large desk. His eyes widened in shock, but he couldn't say anything — the employees were already entering, Rachel among them, and the door closed shut.
Kieran's chair creaked slightly as he sat down, straightening his back like he had a steel rod in it. His jaw clenched hard as he felt the faint brush of Genesis's fingers against his thigh under the desk. No one could see her — the desk was tall and wide enough to shield her completely.
"Mr. Blackwood," one of the heads from Finance began, unaware of what was happening under the table. "Regarding the quarterly projections…"
Kieran cleared his throat. "Yes. Proceed," he managed, his voice lower than usual — a bit too gruff, a bit too distracted.
Rachel blinked from across the desk. Her head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. Where was Genesis, his wife? But she said nothing. Not yet.
Beneath the desk, Genesis's fingers moved up his thigh with a hunger that made his breath stutter. He reached down quickly, meaning to stop her — but her mouth was already on him, warm lips pressing against the bulge in his boxers. Then her hand… unholy heavens… she tugged him free like she'd done it a hundred times.
He bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Rachel asked, brow furrowed. She held a notepad in one hand, her pen hovering.
"No," he rasped. "Continue."
He couldn't help it — he looked down, just once. And there she was. His princess. Looking up at him like some wicked little angel, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, tongue flicking out to taste him. His fingers gripped the arms of his chair tightly. He couldn't breathe. Where was all this coming from?
Someone from Operations was speaking now — slides, numbers, performance. None of it registered.
Genesis glanced at his cock, tilting her head curiously. Both hands wrapped around it. Then she leaned forward and gave the fat, purplish head a kittenish lick.
Kieran's hand shot down and fisted into her hair, the other white-knuckled on the table.
Rachel gave him another odd look. "Sir, are you sure…."