There's something electrifying about the way power and desire intertwine. Tonight, I'm reminiscing about the way his hands gripped my hips, claiming me with a dominance that made my pussy ache for more. The way he whispered my name like a command—not a request—sent shivers down my spine. Control is my language, but surrendering to the right man? That’s a luxury I rarely afford. And yet... here I am, craving the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets, the sting of his teeth on my neck, the raw, unfiltered need in his voice when he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me. Maybe it’s the late hour, or maybe it’s just him, but tonight, I’m not thinking like a CEO. I’m thinking like a woman who knows exactly what she wants—and who she wants it from.