[Jay's POV]
The obsidian desk was cool against my palms, but the heat radiating from Keifer was enough to throw the entire office's climate control system into a frenzy.
I was still perched on his lap, my legs draped over his thighs as he continued to scan through holographic blueprints for a new sustainable energy grid in Singapore. To the outside world, he was the youngest CEO in history—a titan of industry who ate market competitors for breakfast. But here, in the privacy of his inner sanctum, he was just my Keifer.
And he was being a complete menace.
"Keifer, you actually have to read the fine print on that liability clause," I murmured, my fingers tracing the veins on the back of his hand as he gripped the digital stylus. "You're just staring at my neck."
"I can multitask, Jay," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm currently analyzing the legal risks of the contract with 10% of my brain, and with the other 90%, I'm calculating exactly how long it will take for my 2:00 PM meeting to be over so I can have you to myself again."
He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I let out a soft, shaky breath, my grip on his shoulder tightening. The office, with its panoramic views of the snowy valley and its multi-billion dollar stakes, felt like it was shrinking until it was just the two of us.
"You're supposed to be a professional," I teased, though my head tilted back instinctively to give him better access. "What would the board say if they saw their 'Cold Genius' CEO acting like this?"
"The board works for me," Keifer murmured, his hand sliding from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me even closer. "And right now, I'm the one being governed. By you."
He turned his chair slightly, away from the hovering data streams, so I was the only thing in his field of vision. He reached out, his thumb tracing my lower lip, his gaze dark and heavy with the memory of the night before. The "Glow" wasn't just on my face; it was a physical energy vibrating between us.
He leaned in for a kiss—one that started as a slow, executive negotiation and quickly spiraled into a total takeover. It was deep, possessive, and tasted of the coffee he'd been drinking and the raw devotion that had become our new baseline. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, my heart thumping against the crisp fabric of his shirt.
Suddenly, the intercom on his desk chimed with a sharp, digital ping.
"Mr. Watson? The delegation from Zurich has arrived in the conference room. They're ready for the final presentation."
Keifer didn't pull away immediately. He lingered against my lips for a heartbeat longer, let out a frustrated growl, and then rested his forehead against mine.
"Zurich can wait five minutes," he whispered, his eyes searching mine.
"Zurich is paying us three billion dollars, Keifer," I whispered back, my breath hitching as his hand squeezed my waist. "Go be a CEO. I'll be right here, 'optimizing' your office layout."
He let out a defeated laugh, finally letting me slide off his lap. As I stood up, smoothing out my green silk blouse, he reached out and caught my hand, bringing it to his lips for a lingering kiss on the knuckles.
"Don't go too far, Empress," he said, the CEO mask sliding back into place as he stood and straightened his blazer. "The world might need my brain, but I need my heart to function. And that's currently standing right in front of me."
I watched him walk toward the door, his stride confident and powerful. He paused at the exit, looking back at me with a wink that promised the "Office Romance" was far from over.