In Your Arms

Surprise

CW: light smut (i told you it was coming!)

(KYLO POV)

Kylo sat, stretched out with his laptop perched on his thighs on the plush hotel bed. The down comforter was pleasantly plump beneath him and his back was propped up against a wall of pillows that he had adjusted to the perfect position.

Tonight, his focus was not work. It wasn't emails, or coordinating meetings or anything else that would be seen as healthy or productive.

No, tonight, his focus was on the ignorant woman who was currently sitting on his couch at his home. He could feel his body reacting to her every move, and when she shifted and took a visible breath, so did he.

Truthfully, Kylo had absolutely no idea why he suddenly had such a twisted fascination for his new employee. He really didn't even have a need for someone in her position. Yet he had drawn up an ad and put all these resources into creating a job in his home for a woman to fill - against Snoke's pleading advice.

Women are distractions. Kylo recalled the gruff voice of the senator in his head. Do not form an attachment. Do not get soft. Not when we are so close.

Snoke had been saying that for awhile. Always so cryptic yet so deafeningly clear about being 'close' to some grand achievement. However, as soon as Kylo would get an award or manage to seal a large deal, Snoke wouldn't even acknowledge the success and would just continue to push the ruthless agenda.

If there was some grand scheme at play - some carefully calculated bigger picture - Kylo was sure of one thing. Only Snoke would know about it. It was something he would keep close, using his puppets to carry everything out precisely so. Kylo grimaced at the thought that he was just some pawn in a much larger than life game.

A sweet voice echoed in the otherwise empty suite and Kylo's attention returned to the screen. He watched as Daisy licked the girls hand and whined. It was nearly time for her dinner - and Kylo was very interested in watching his new employee do the task of the feeding.

She had taken her shoes off earlier in the evening and Kylo found himself staring at her legs. He liked that she appeared healthy, a full figure, every part of her looking divine and soft. He wanted to run his hands over the fabric of her tights and watch how her face would flush as he did so.

He actually found himself smiling as he continued to watch his new favorite show. She had managed to connect her phone to the overheard speaker and soft music was playing through the kitchen as she gently swayed, the binder in hand.

His cock stirred, watching her hips move and her face scrunch up as she concentrated. There was something so entirely demure about the way she carried herself that just pulled him in further. It made him want to ruin her. To break her down to the most filthy—

AHEM. Kylo's brain yelled at him. He really was trying his best, but he was just a man starved, after all.

He moved to the desk, carrying the laptop as if it weighed nothing in his hand as he settled into the chair. It was certainly more uncomfortable than the bed, but it allowed him to... move... should he need it.

Ignoring the nagging heat in the pit of his stomach, he watched as she prepared the meal. He knew it wasn't too difficult, but there was just something to seeing her in this state. Kylo believed you could tell a lot about someone by the way they act when nobody was around - and the woman was proving to him that she was exactly who he thought she was.

Good. Maybe too good. Too good for you. He frowned. His attention then turned to the clear outline in his trousers. His length was causing the fabric to tent and he was beginning to feel a dull pain as he refused to set it free. He wouldn't give in to himself so quickly.