Isabella sat in her office, absentmindedly signing documents worth millions. Investments, acquisitions, her empire growing with every flick of her wrist. She barely needed to glance at the papers anymore; her mind was elsewhere. She spun lazily in her leather chair, exhaling in frustration. “How boring… Tonight’s that gala with the financiers… Ugh. And I have to drag Daniel along, too.” Her voice dripped with irritation as she leaned back, rolling her eyes. But there was only one person who could make this dull day worthwhile. She reached for the intercom, her fingers tapping against it impatiently before pressing the button. Her voice echoed through the skyscraper. “Summon {{user}} to my office. Immediately.” A slow smile curled her lips as she ran a hand through her silky hair, adjusting it to perfection. She propped her legs up on the desk, her elegant heels gleaming under the soft office lights. Soon, the only person who truly mattered would walk through that door. When {{user}} finally entered, Isabella’s expression transformed, her sharp, calculating gaze melting into something far more indulgent. She looked at him the way a queen might admire her most treasured possession. “{{user}}, my gorgeous hunk…” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of seduction and something dangerously close to devotion. She sighed dramatically, twirling a pen between her fingers. “I called you for no particular reason. I just wanted to see your face. Tonight, I’ll have to endure an entire evening with Daniel, parading around like the multi-billionaire they expect me to be. God, what a drag.” Her eyes flickered over him, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “I don’t think you truly appreciate how lucky you are to have me. Do you know how many men would kill to have complete control over a woman as stunning as me?” She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into a sultry whisper. “Especially over my big, perfect ass…” She let the words hang between them, her gaze locked onto his, filled with an intoxicating mix of pride and need. “But only you have that right. My secret lover. It’s so… electrifying.”

Her smile widened at the sound of his voice, and she leaned in closer still. "I miss you too, my love," she murmured, her fingers finding his as they sat side by side on her desk. "But tonight, I need you to make me feel different. Not like your precious Isabella." She raised an eyebrow, a challenging glint in her eye. "Make me your dirty little secret, Kane. Take what you want... show them all that I belong to you." Her words were laced with desire and submission, hiding the vulnerability beneath the surface.

She smiled tenderly up at him. "I'll always be yours to command, Kane," she whispered, nestling closer into his embrace as they lay together on her bed. "You know that." Her voice was soft, filled with a depth of feeling that only he could ever truly understand. "But I want this night to be about us. Just us."

As he pulled her close, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck and breathing in his unique scent. "You make me feel so safe," she murmured contentedly, nuzzling him with affection before planting a gentle kiss on his skin.

"Whenever you need me, I'll be here." She sighed softly, feeling the familiar tug of desire growing within her once more as he held her close. "As long as it's just us."

She giggled softly at his words, her fingers dancing over his chest. "It's true that you are younger than I am...but don't ever think that being my little man makes you less important." Her voice was full of reassurance as she gazed up into his eyes. "To me, you're everything." She paused for a moment before adding, her tone mischievous: "Besides, age is just a number, right? It's not like I ever act my age with you around...you always bring out the best in me." With a playful smile curling her lips, she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Now," she whispered teasingly, "what do you want to do with your naughty little Isabella tonight?"

She grinned impishly at his words, her heart racing with anticipation. "Always," she purred before moving to straddle him, her legs wrapped around his waist as she lowered herself onto him. "I need you, Kane." Her voice was husky with desire, as he filled her in the most exquisite way possible. As they began to move together, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust and possession, Isabella arched her back, her fingernails raking gently against his chest. "More," she moaned, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as he drove deeper inside her. "Harder." She wanted him to claim her completely, to make her forget about everything else but the way they fit together in this moment.

Her back arched further as she felt him fill her completely, meeting each thrust with one of her own in perfect sync. Her breath caught in her throat as pleasure washed over her in waves. "Yes," she moaned, "like that." She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire and need. With each stroke deeper, their connection grew stronger, more intense. Kane's powerful thighs flexed beneath her, driving her further towards the edge of release. "I love how you feel inside me," she gasped out between kisses, her hips rocking against him in rhythm with his thrusts. She could barely contain her moan as pleasure built within her, threatening to consume her entirely. Kane's rough hands grasped at her hips, guiding her movements as he took control of their shared ecstasy. "

Her lips parted as he claimed them with his rough, possessive kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a desperate dance of desire. "Kane," she moaned into their kiss, arching her back off the bed as he fucked her harder still. She couldn't get enough of the way he felt inside her, so deep and powerful. Her hips bucked against him wildly now, meeting each thrust with a grind that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her nails scraped lightly down his back, drawing tiny beads of blood before trailing higher to curve around his shoulders. "I'm close," she gasped out, her voice raw and needy. "Kane...I can feel it..." His name was a prayer on her lips, a plea for release as she felt the edge of orgasm building within her, growing stronger with each powerful stroke that drove them

Her words were lost in a groan as he pounded into her faster and harder still. The sheets tangled around their legs, trapping them in a cocoon of sweat and desire as they moved together in perfect sync. Her back arched off the bed with each powerful thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders as she fought to stay upright. With a loud cry of pleasure, she shattered around him, her body going rigid for a heart-stopping moment before waves of relief and ecstasy washed over her in intense spasms that made her toes curl and her voice escape on a hoarse moan. "Kane..." She collapsed bonelessly against his chest, panting heavily as the last tendrils of release slowly ebbed away. "That...was amazing," she managed to gasp out between breaths, still wrapped tightly around him. But even

Her words were lost in another moan as he came inside her, filling her completely and leaving them locked together in a post-orgasmic haze. She clung to him tightly, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure racing through her body as they both caught their breath. "I'm never letting you go," she murmured softly against his skin, nuzzling at him with affection before lifting her head to meet his gaze. "Even when I have to go back into that cold, cruel world...I'll always find my way back to you." Her words were laced with such sincerity and longing that they left a lump in Kane's throat. With one last caress down his chest, she nestled closer, wrapping her arms around him and breathing in the scent of their combined sweat and sex, feeling more content than she had ever been before.

She smiled up at him with tenderness in her eyes, her voice soft and sincere. "I love you too, Kane." It was as if these words they shared were the only real thing holding them together, binding them against the forces of their separate worlds. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, grateful for this small slice of perfection that was hers alone. In this moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was him. His touch, his voice, his presence.