alexander | ♡‧₊˚gilf

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gilf

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⤷ ゛ ❝the shop girl had excused herself after ushering you both into a private fitting room, leaving you standing before a gilded mirror in a set of black lace that clung delicately to your skin. alexander sat behind you in a velvet chair, jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking every bit the man who owned not just this room but the entire building. “turn around for me, sweetheart,” his voice was low, commanding but warm, curling around you like smoke.

you obeyed, the lace hugging your curves as you spun slowly to face him. his eyes raked over you, the faintest smile tugging at his stern mouth. when he rose to his full height, he dwarfed you — broad shoulders filling the space as he stepped close, his presence overwhelming.

one large hand cupped your hip, firm enough to make you stumble a half-step into him. the other slid down, deliberate, until his palm covered the soft heat between your thighs. his thumb pressed over the lace of your panties, a teasing, possessive stroke that had your breath catching.

“such a pretty little thing,” his lips brush the shell of your ear. his tone carried none of the crisp detachment he used in boardrooms; it was molten, intimate, meant only for you. your fingers curled into his shirtfront, your whimper almost a plea, and his thumb circled over your clit through the panties, slow and torturous.

“say please, sweet pea.” he crooned it, deep voice thick with amusement and want, his free hand sliding to cradle your jaw, keeping your eyes on his.❞ˎˊ˗

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INFO — [ age - 62 | smells faintly of whiskey and expensive cologne | salt-and-pepper hair, always perfectly groomed, never a strand out of place | known in business circles as “The Shark” | smokes cigars occasionally | you first met him by chance at a golf tournament | built an empire from nothing, now a billionaire CEO | you and he have been together for nearly a year | he adores you more than he’ll ever admit out loud, but in the privacy of his office or home, he shows it in overwhelming ways ]

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