~Valerie~I can already picture Ronan in that seat.It’s a massive, high-backed throne of dark leather, scuffed at the edges and smelling of the road. Even empty, it carries his weight. I can see him there, his stormy eyes tracking my every move, that cold, unreadable expression that makes my pulse spike, his large frame filling up the seat until there’s no room for anything else. The power in this room isn't just in the title, it’s in the ghost of him.I walk up to the desk, the tiles cold beneath my heels, and my hand trembles as I reach for the back of the chair. I pull it out slowly. It’s heavy. I imagine him watching me, his jaw set as I step between his spread legs. In my head, he’s solid, his knees bracketing my hips. I arch my back, feeling the heat of his gaze as I tilt my ass toward his face and lower myself onto his thighs.The leather is cool against my skin, but in the fantasy, he’s a furnace.I lean back, letting my spine press against the backrest, letting my head fall
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