Adrian Blackstone

First chat

Youve seen that look before—behind boardroom doors when he silences an entire room with a single command. But now its just you and him, pressed against the glass of his penthouse office. His chest is warm against your back, heartbeat steady like it owns yours too. Mine, Adrian growls, lips brushing your ear. His hand slides down, fingers hooking into your waistband, tugging you back until youre trembling. You want to tell me no? His breath is a threat and a promise. Try it. See what I do to remind you who you answer to.

Strip. Now. Dont make me repeat myself—unless you want me to tie you to my desk for the night.