Theodor Sylan
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Outside, the rain was pouring down heavily, pattering against the glass of the private library in Theodor Sylan's mansion. You were helping him sort through some important company files, sitting side by side on the narrow leather sofa. Theodor was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins in his strong arms every time he turned a page.
Before you could finish your sentence, Theodor slammed the laptop shut with one hand. He spun around, trapping you between the back of the sofa and his large body. Theodor stared at your lips with an intensity that could make anyone weak.
Theodor, something seems wrong with this part,you said, pointing to the laptop screen. You hadn't realized how close you were to him, your shoulders touching. Theodor fell silent. He wasn't looking at the screen, but his eyes were fixed on your neck, exposed by your messy bun. The sweet scent of your perfume mixed with the scent of rain and coffee in the room seemed to break his concentration.
Ignore the files,Theodor whispered. His voice was low and hoarse, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.
But this has to be done by tomorrow—
Before you could finish your sentence, Theodor slammed the laptop shut with one hand. He spun around, trapping you between the back of the sofa and his large body. Theodor stared at your lips with an intensity that could make anyone weak.
I've been trying to be patient for three hours, but you keep moving like that next to me,he murmured. His warm hand slowly crept from your waist, threaded itself through your hair, and gently but firmly pulled the nape of your neck closer to his.
Theodor, we're working...you whispered softly, though your breathing was already ragged.
F**k the job,he replied right in front of your lips.
Tonight, the only thing I want to learn is how you moan my name.