Before he could even recover, Ceres abruptly shifted gears. "Anyway, I came here for this."
She grabbed an envelope from the desk and handed it to him.
Zeus stared at it. Then at her. Then back at the envelope.
And then, he laughed.
A deep, genuine, unrestrained laugh. The kind that made his shoulders shake, his chest rumble.
Ceres blinked, completely caught off guard.
"Are you going insane?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
But Zeus didn't stop. If anything, his laughter only grew louder, his amusement spilling into the space between them.
Ceres frowned. "What the hell is so funny?"
"Love," Zeus finally managed between chuckles, "in case you don't realize it yet, you will be the death of me."
Still grinning like a madman, he grabbed her face and kissed her.
It wasn't a deep kiss, just a soft press of lips against hers, but the warmth in it was unmistakable.
And like always, she kissed him back.
"I love you so much," Zeus murmured against her lips.
Ceres rolled her eyes.
He was still laughing, less uncontrollably now, but the sparkle in his golden eyes remained.
"I think you need to see a doctor," she advised dryly. "I'm serious, Mr. Falcon. Stop laughing."
Zeus tried to compose himself.
When he had calmed somewhat, he took both of her hands and pressed soft kisses against her knuckles.
Still holding onto her hands, he looked straight into her eyes.
And in a gentle voice, he said, "Love, about Diana's question... don't overthink it, okay?"
Ceres pursed her lips. "But don't you want to know the answer too?"
Zeus's expression softened. "I do. Of course, I do."
Then he squeezed her hands tighter.
"But just like before, it doesn't matter to me whether you return my love or not. I will give it to you freely. I will never ask for anything in return. And while I hope that one day, you'll feel the same way, I don't want you to force yourself."
He kissed her again.
A lingering kiss, a promise.
"But I do love knowing that I make you smile," Zeus added. "That my efforts are enough to bring that sparkle to your eyes."
He leaned in, their foreheads touching.
And as a final, affectionate gesture, he kissed the tip of her nose.
Ceres smiled.
And this time, she was the one who initiated the kiss.
Not because she had to.
Not because it was expected.
But because she wanted to.
Their kiss lasted longer this time.
When they finally pulled apart, Ceres spoke.
"I promise to answer that question."
Zeus stilled.
"And when I finally know the answer… you will be the first to hear it."
Before he could respond, she kissed him again, a little harder this time, and bit his lower lip in the process.
A low groan escaped Zeus's throat.
Ceres smirked.
"So until that day comes, I suggest you step up your game and be better, Mr. Zeus Falcon."
A playful challenge.
Zeus's gaze darkened with determination.
Then, brushing his lips against hers once more, he whispered,
"Oh, trust me, Ms. Ceres Evadne Monteverde… I will step up my game. I will do better every day, until the day comes when you look at every other man the way you look at insects."
Ceres rolled her eyes. "You're so cocky."
But deep inside, she knew,
He would do it.
That one day, she really would see every other man as nothing compared to him.
She stood from the swivel chair, and as if he could read her mind, Zeus immediately took her place and pulled her onto his lap.
Instinctively, Ceres wrapped her arms around his neck.
"So, what is this?" Zeus asked as he opened the envelope.
"Rafael asked me for a favor," she said simply, as if that was all the explanation needed.
"Rafael De Luca?" Zeus confirmed, his brow slightly raising.
Ceres just nodded.
Zeus began reading through the proposal, his golden eyes scanning every word with sharp precision.
Despite being one of the busiest men in the world, he was meticulous, never rushing and never missing a detail.
And yet, this same man, who took his work so seriously, never hesitated to drop everything for her.
She smiled.
Before she could even stop herself, she blurted out, "You look so hot."
The moment the words left her mouth, they both froze.
Zeus lifted his gaze from the papers.
Ceres felt heat rush to her cheeks.
"Love..." Zeus smirked, clearly amused. "I know you're not, but by any chance, are you drunk?"
"I think something was wrong with the coffee I had earlier," she said quickly, feigning innocence.
But she didn't regret saying it.
And she sure as hell wasn't going to take it back.
She liked making him speechless.
This man who commanded fear from everyone, who had the entire world bowing at his feet, and yet, with just a few words, she could make him look like a man utterly at her mercy.
Feeling bold, she leaned closer and whispered against his ear,
"I always wanted to try something."
Zeus stilled.
Then, pulling back slightly, his golden eyes locked onto hers. "What is it? Tell me so we can do it together."
Ceres smirked. She loved how easy he made it sound.
She leaned in again, her lips brushing against his ear as she murmured,
"Me, on top of your desk... and you, inside me."
The sharp inhale from Zeus was unmistakable.
His body tensed beneath her.
Then she felt it, the way he hardened instantly.
His desire was immediate.
"Fũck, love," Zeus exhaled, his voice strained. "Are you trying to kill me?"
But she saw it.
The way his golden eyes darkened.
The hunger in them.
And she loved it.
She stood from his lap and sat on his desk without breaking eye contact.
As if she was a delicacy served just for him.
Moving sensually, she kicked off her heels with a graceful flick of her feet.
Then, ever so slowly, she lifted her legs and placed them on either side of his thighs, spreading them slightly.
Her black miniskirt did nothing to hide what she wanted him to see.
Zeus's gaze immediately dropped between her legs.
Black lace.
She saw the way his jaw clenched.
Then, he looked up at her.
And when their eyes met, hers full of challenge, his full of raw desire,
She smirked.
"What will you do now, Almighty Mr. Falcon?"
Zeus didn't hesitate.
The project proposal fell from his hands.
He stood in one swift movement, planting his hands on either side of her, caging her in.
Ceres had to tilt her chin up just to meet his gaze.
His golden eyes were ablaze.
Zeus's voice was dangerously low, a mix of restraint and raw hunger. "Are you really challenging me, Ms. Monteverde?"
Ceres smirked, tilting her chin up defiantly. "And if I am?" Her voice dripped with seduction.
Her fingers traced down his firm chest, the smooth fabric of his shirt beneath her fingertips. She reached his tie and slowly, teasingly, began to undo it, taking her time to ensure he felt every second of anticipation.
Zeus didn't answer with words. Instead, he crushed his lips against hers, kissing her with a mix of love, longing, and overwhelming desire. Ceres responded just as fiercely, their tongues tangling, both of them consuming and devouring each other.
But just as quickly, she pulled away, breathing heavily, her lips swollen from the kiss.
"Love," Zeus groaned, clearly frustrated by the sudden interruption.
Ceres, still catching her breath, flicked her gaze toward his office door. "Is your door locked?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have no intention of putting on a live show if someone suddenly walks in."
A muscle ticked in Zeus's jaw as he exhaled sharply, fighting for control. Without looking away from her, he pressed a button on the intercom.
"Tyla." His voice was thick with impatience, his free hand already trailing along Ceres's bare thigh.
"Yes, Mr. Falcon?" came the immediate response.
"Lock my door and cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. I don't want to be disturbed."
Before Tyla could even respond, Zeus ended the call, already fully focused back on Ceres, his only priority.
As soon as he reclaimed her lips, his hands moved expertly to the buttons of her silk blouse, one by one loosening them with practiced ease.
A soft click sounded from the door as Tyla discreetly locked it from the inside before leaving. But neither Zeus nor Ceres spared it a glance.
But then, "No."
Zeus froze, his brow furrowing, confused by her sudden command. His fingers had just reached the last button, and her blouse was already loose around her shoulders.
Ceres smirked, placing her hands on his chest, stopping him from removing her top completely. "Let's keep our clothes on."
Zeus's golden eyes darkened further, realization dawning on him.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, his entire body going rigid for a brief second.
"Love, I really like it when you don't wear a bra, but the thought of other men seeing your nipples through the fabric makes me go crazy with jealousy," Zeus admitted.
Ceres smirked, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds like a 'you' problem."
Zeus let out a low growl before his lips crashed against hers again, his hunger now completely unrestrained.
Then, without warning, he took one of her hardened peaks into his mouth.
"Ahhh!" Ceres gasped at the sensation.
His tongue flicked, teasing.
Ceres, despite the overwhelming pleasure clouding her mind, didn't remain idle.
As Zeus continued to worship her body, she worked on unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to trace over his rock-hard muscles. Then, with equal urgency, she unbuckled his belt, fingers brushing against the growing bulge beneath.
"Hnnng…" Zeus growled lowly against her skin, his free hand gripping her thigh as his fingers slipped beneath her panties.
And then,
He pushed a finger inside her.
Ceres arched, gripping onto his shoulders as the unexpected invasion sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Zeus looked up at her, his smirk utterly sinful. "Love, you're dripping."
His voice alone made her thighs tremble.
"And who do you think is to blame for that?" Ceres bit her lip, her breathing ragged, her eyes locked onto his.
She tried to keep her composure, but the way his finger curled inside her, hitting that spot, the way his tongue never stopped teasing her buds, it was impossible to hold back the moans spilling from her lips.
"How are you so good at multitasking?" she gasped, half-annoyed, half-desperate for more.
And then, he stopped.
"Zeus, don't you dare, " she was about to protest, but her words were stolen when he brought his glistening finger to his lips, licking them clean.
Tasting her.
"Fũck," she swore, watching him, her thighs pressing together in frustration.
Zeus smirked, enjoying her reaction. "I'd make it up to you, love, but right now, " he unzipped his pants, lowering them just enough.
"I badly need to be inside you already."
His hard, throbbing length sprang free, already painfully erect, desperate to claim her.
Ceres couldn't even think before he grabbed her hips, spreading her legs further apart.
His fingers hooked onto her lace panties, he didn't bother taking them off.
Instead, he simply pushed the delicate fabric aside and, without any hesitation,
Thrust into her.
"Hngh!"
"Aghh!"
They both moaned at the same time, the sudden fullness making Ceres claw at his shoulders.
He stretched her so perfectly.
And Zeus lost it.
He pounded into her, each thrust pushing her further up onto his desk, making papers scatter onto the floor.
Ceres clung to him, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal hunger.
Their lips clashed between gasps, Zeus biting her exposed skin, leaving marks on her neck, her collarbone, anywhere he could reach.
Ceres got back at him, biting his lips until she tasted blood.
He groaned into her mouth, completely undone by her.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Their moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Zeus's grip on her thighs tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Fũck, love, " he growled, voice strained.
Ceres felt it too, the way her body tensed, the pleasure coiling inside her, about to snap.
"Zeus!" she gasped, digging her nails into his back.
And then, they both shattered together.
Ceres threw her head back, waves of pleasure crashing over her as Zeus groaned her name, his body trembling against hers.