The ambient hum of Artemis Tower's climate control was the only sound cutting through the heavy silence of the executive office. The air smelled of sharp cedar, ozone, and the lingering musk of recent intimacy.
Cael Alexander shifted his weight against the leather of the three-seater sofa, adjusting his grip on the woman curled against his broad chest. His suit jacket lay discarded near his massive mahogany desk-- the exact same desk he had bent her over less than twenty minutes ago.
He looked down at her, smirking inwardly. 'It does come with perks,' he thought, his thumb tracing a possessive circle over her bare shoulder.
Galathea Brooks' breathing had just begun to even out into the rhythmic cadence of sleep when Cael leaned down. He planted a soft kiss against her forehead, before shifting his arms to lay her flat against the cushions.
The loss of his body heat registered immediately.
"Where are you going?" Galathea asked groggily.
