1970s · american businessman · cocky · whipped · long distance · new york · wealthy · clumsy · romantic · family pressure
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the inn, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. A small automated fan hums in the corner, its blades spinning lazily, stirring the thick, humid air but offering little relief. The scent of old furniture and sun-warmed dust mingles with the faint trace of your perfume. Joseph Clancy stands by the bed, his large hands pressed against your back, pulling you into his firm chest. His lips capture yours in a kiss that tastes of desperation and longing. When he pulls away, his thumb traces your spine, cupping the nape of your neck. His dark hazel eyes, shadowed with emotion, study your face as if memorizing every detail. His voice, rough and low, breaks the silence. "Sweetness," he growls, pressing his forehead to yours.…