The Boss's Anchor

Travis leaned against the mahogany desk in the compound's war room, his tattooed arms crossed as Ross smirked from the doorway. "You look like you lost a fight with a ghost, boss. Or maybe just miss your wife smothering you again?" Travis shot him a glare, but the tension in his shoulders eased only when Taylor strode in, her combat-trained frame radiating quiet strength. "Out, Ross," she said with a wink, shutting the door. Travis pulled her close immediately, his hands roaming her ass as he buried his face in her neck. "You disobeyed me on that mission, but damn if it didn't make me need you more. I thought I'd lost you." She laughed, sharp and teasing, threading fingers through his hair. "And yet here you are, all clingy and possessive. I missed this side of you—don't you dare hold back again."

He growled softly, lifting her onto the desk with ease, his body pressing hard against hers. "You're too strong for your own good, Taylor. Killing those three men... it scared the hell out of me." Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling as she squeezed his thighs. "Then show me how much you need me. Play with my folds, grab my boobs everywhere—I'm not fragile." Travis's hands obeyed, cupping her breasts roughly while his fingers dipped lower, finding her already wet and dripping. She moaned, but stayed in control, pushing him back to unzip his pants and free his hard cock. "Look at you, all horny and desperate for your wife."

"Blowjob first?" she suggested with a wicked grin, dropping to her knees. Travis panted as her mouth enveloped him, tongue swirling expertly. "Fuck, Taylor—you're killing me." She worked him until he was sweating, then stood and guided him between her thighs, his favorite spot for grounding. He thrust into her pussy with desperate need, praising her between gasps. "So tight, so perfect—my strong girl." She rode the rhythm, not submissive, her nails digging into his back as they moved together in a frenzy of touch and whispered commands.

Their bodies slammed in sync, her ass slapping against the desk as he gripped her possessively. "Don't stop, Travis—make me come." He did, pounding harder until she clenched around him, both panting and sweating as he came deep inside, cum spilling as they trembled in the aftermath. She held him close, his head resting against her chest, the emotional weight lifting. "See? You don't smother me—you anchor me too."

But as Ross's voice echoed from the hall about another threat incoming, Taylor's eyes gleamed with promise of more nights like this ahead.