Chapter 30 — Behind the CEO's Door
Kairo stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his black tie with precision. His shirt sleeves were crisp, his suit tailored to perfection. He looked like the picture of control, but beneath the surface, something buzzed—an ache that hadn't quite faded since the moment Elian whispered yes, Daddy that morning.
He hadn't wanted to leave him in bed.
Kairo glanced at the time. Meetings. Investors. An overpacked schedule that didn't care he was newly obsessed with his husband's moans.
With a sigh, he grabbed his coat and headed downstairs. The house was silent.
"Elian?" he called out.
No reply.
Strange. Maybe he'd gone out.
Still thinking about the way Elian's fingers had clutched at him that morning, Kairo shook the thought away and drove to work.
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His office was at the top floor—luxurious, dark, masculine. Glass walls framed the city skyline, but Kairo barely noticed. His head was still full of Elian.
He was in the middle of reviewing a financial report when there was a knock at the door.
He didn't look up. "Not now, Clara."
But it wasn't Clara's voice that answered.
"Guess again."
Kairo's head snapped up. Elian stood there—black jeans, oversized hoodie, a shy smile playing on his lips.
Kairo blinked. "What are you doing here?"
"You left me without a goodbye," Elian said, stepping in and closing the door behind him. "I thought CEOs were supposed to be more professional."
Kairo smirked. "You're unbelievable."
Elian walked slowly across the room, a little sway in his hips, and Kairo swore his heart stuttered. There was something in the way Elian looked at him now—not shy, not afraid. Wanting.
Elian stopped in front of his desk and leaned against it, arms folded.
"You're busy?" he asked softly.
Kairo stood up slowly. "Always. But right now?"
He walked around the desk, closing the space between them.
"I'd rather be busy with you."
Elian's smile deepened.
"You sure?" he teased. "What if someone walks in?"
Kairo's hand cupped his jaw, tilting his face up. "Let them. Let the world know you're mine."
The kiss was sudden, urgent. Kairo's hands slid down to Elian's hips, pulling him close. Elian gasped into the kiss, fingers twisting into Kairo's shirt.
"Turn around," Kairo said, voice rough.
Elian's eyes widened. "Here?"
"Now."
Elian hesitated only a second before turning and bracing his hands on the CEO's desk. His breathing grew shallow as he felt Kairo step behind him, his chest pressed to his back.
"I missed this view," Kairo whispered, running a hand down Elian's spine.
Elian let out a breathless sound, half laugh, half moan. "You're such a—"
Smack.
The sound of Kairo's palm on Elian's ass echoed through the office.
"Finish that sentence," Kairo growled, "and I'll shut your mouth another way."
Elian bit his lip, arching slightly.
"Do you want this?" Kairo asked, hands gripping his waist.
"Yes," Elian breathed. "Please."
Kairo leaned in, lips at his ear. "Say it."
"I want you, Daddy."
Kairo groaned. "That's my good boy."
What followed was hot, heavy, and slow at first. Kairo didn't rush. He wanted Elian trembling, melting, begging for every movement. Every thrust was measured, every breath stolen from Elian's lips.
The sound of their bodies meeting, Elian's moans, the creak of the desk—it all blurred into a rhythm that felt like sin and salvation.
Elian cried out, head dropping between his arms, back arching deeper.
"You feel so good," Kairo murmured. "You take me so well, baby."
Elian gasped. "Harder…"
Kairo obliged.
The desk shook beneath them. Elian's fingers clawed at the polished wood as he cried out his name again and again. Kairo gripped his hips tighter, branding him with touch, with presence.
They reached the edge together—loud, breathless, lost.
When it was over, Kairo didn't let go.
He wrapped his arms around Elian from behind, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck.
"Mine," he murmured.
Elian turned his head, flushed and glowing. "Yours."
Kairo helped him straighten, pulling him into his arms properly now.
Elian rested his cheek against his chest. "So… is this what CEO meetings are like?"
Kairo chuckled against his hair. "Only with you."
They stayed there like that a while longer, tangled in each other, the world outside the office forgotten.
For once, the most powerful man in the building only wanted to be soft—for him.