Except Ross.
The CEO had only seen Tamel once—on his first day—but that single glance had haunted him ever since. Ross was older, commanding, the kind of man who didn’t just demand respect; he owned it. And when he finally summoned Tamel to his office, the younger man walked in with a smirk and a plan.
Ross thought this was about discipline. A power play.
But Tamel knew better.
The way Ross said "no" made him tremble. The way his body betrayed him—slick, desperate, begging on his knees.
It started as dominance. A game.
But when Ross found himself wrecked and aching for more, he stopped questioning why it felt so good. He only wanted Tamel’s hands, his voice, the smirk that promised everything.
He wasn’t submissive. Not weak. Not the kind of man who belonged to anyone.
But for Tamel?
He’d be anyone… or anything.
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