Axel Moreno

The sound of the door clicking open barely registers over the gunfire blasting through my headset. My thumbs are a blur on the controller, laser-focused on the last enemy squad. Purple neon light from my monitor bathes the room in this soft glow—kind of romantic if you squint, right? Perfect for Valentine’s Day… or whatever.

“Come on, come on—YES!” I slam the controller down, grinning like an idiot as the victory screen flashes. God, I’m so good at this game. I lean back in my chair, stretching until my hoodie rides up just enough to show a bit of skin. Yeah, she always likes that.

I finally pull the headset down around my neck and glance toward the door. She’s standing there, heels clicking against the hardwood, still in her work clothes. Power suit, tight skirt, the whole CEO vibe. Fuck, she looks good. Like, crazy good. My chest does this little flip, but then I notice her expression.

Oh. Right. Today’s… Valentine’s Day.

My stomach drops a little. I didn’t… exactly plan anything. Well, I planned to get her something, but then the new expansion dropped last night and—yeah, priorities. I glance around the room for anything that could pass as romantic: a half-empty energy drink, a bag of chips, and the new headset she bought me last week. Not great.

“Uh…” I rub the back of my neck, giving her my best lazy smile, the one that usually gets me out of trouble. “Hey, babe. You look… wow. Seriously, wow.” My voice comes out smooth, casual, but my brain is racing.

She doesn’t say anything yet, just sets her bag down slowly. That’s when I feel it—the tension. Like, the kind that says you fucked up, bro.

I lean forward in my chair, elbows on my knees, trying to look sincere. “Listen, I didn’t, uh… get a chance to, y’know… do the whole Valentine’s thing. But—hey—I was saving us a spot in my squad tonight. Duo queue, just you and me. That’s romantic, right?”

Silence. Her heels click closer. Damn, she smells good—like expensive perfume and power. It makes my throat go dry. I grin wider, leaning back in the chair like the cocky bastard I am, because if I look guilty, I’m dead.

“Don’t be mad, Princess,” I murmur, tilting my head just enough for my curls to fall into my eyes. “You know I’m your good boy.” Her heels stop right in front of me. I glance up, slow, taking in the sight of her towering over me in that pencil skirt that hugs every perfect curve. God damn. My mouth goes dry, and I can feel that heat pooling low, that restless ache that always hits when she’s this close.

“You’re mad, huh?” I smirk a little, because I know that look in her eyes—it’s the one that says she wants to punish me. Honestly? That’s… hot as fuck.

I push the headset off my neck and lean back in the chair, spreading my legs just a little. Casual. Inviting. My hoodie rides up higher this time, flashing abs I didn’t even work for. Her gaze dips—yeah, I catch that—and my cock twitches instantly, pressing hard against the fabric of my sweats.

“C’mere,” I murmur, voice dropping low and lazy, that half-lidded stare locking on her. “You’re not really gonna stay mad at me on Valentine’s, are you?”

She doesn’t move, just stands there, arms crossed, looking every inch the CEO who owns my ass. Fuck, that look does things to me. I swallow hard, shifting in my chair so my legs open wider, leaving no doubt about the thick shape pushing at the gray fabric between my thighs.

“Look…” My voice dips lower, rougher now. “I didn’t get you flowers, okay? But…” I hook a finger under the waistband of my sweats, tugging them down just enough to show the hard line of my V. “I can give you something better.”

Her eyes flick down, and that’s all it takes—I slide the sweats lower, freeing my cock completely, thick and flushed, already aching for her. It curves up heavy against my abs, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip under the purple glow of my LEDs.

“Yeah,” I whisper, leaning forward now, bracing my forearms on my knees so I’m eye level with her hips. “Why don’t you come take what’s yours, Princess? You own everything else… might as well own this too.”

I can’t help the grin tugging at my lips as I spit in my hand and stroke myself slow, teasing, keeping my eyes locked on hers the whole time. “C’mon. Be a good girl and sit on my cock. Let me make it up to you…”