Ethan’s POVThe heat of him pressed against my lips, demanding, filling. “Thats good, I’ve forgotten how good your mouth taste” he groanedI suck at his dick, slow and teasing. He grabbed my throat, using his other hand to hold my head and began to thrust into my mouth. I surrendered, letting him control the pace. Each thrust carried both force and care, never too far, never too harsh, but enough to remind me of exactly where I stood.Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity, and he slowed, thumb brushing my cheek in a fleeting gesture of tenderness. Then he pushed again, firmer, rougher. The duality made my head spin, gentle and relentless all at once.His cock swelled and I swallowed him all. He groaned, cursed and poured his hot spurts into my mouth as I swallowed it all. When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, dizzy, and aching.“You take me so well,” he murmured, cupping my face. “But we’re not done.”He released my wrists, only to flip me onto the
Ethan”s POVI got to the penthouse and parked my car at the driveway before I got out. I walked to the elevator, my body still humming with the dull ache of a day that wouldn’t quit. My shirt collar chafed, my tie was crooked, and I hadn’t even noticed until I caught my reflection in the glass of the door. I looked as tired as I felt.The elevator opened and I got out. The lock clicked under my key, and the familiar warmth of our home spread over me before I even stepped inside. Our house……. Shoes abandoned on the rack, jacket barely making it to the hook, I let out a sigh so heavy it seemed to scrape my ribs. The air smelled faintly of cedar and the faint spice of the cologne he always wore. Just that scent was enough to remind me I wasn’t carrying the weight of the day alone.“Rough one?” His voice came from the kitchen , low, steady, carrying that resonance that always found its way into my bones.“You have no idea.” My bag thudded against the wall as I slipped it off my shoulde
Ethan’s POVThe elevator hummed beneath my shoes as it carried me up the final stretch to the thirty third floor. The stainless steel doors reflected my face back at me, and I studied the man who stared back.Navy suit, pressed crisp. Tie knotted just right. Shoes polished. My jawline looked sharper than I remembered, my eyes clearer. Two years ago, I never knew I would be here. Two years ago, I was choking under overdue notices. Two years ago, the woman I thought would stand beside me forever slipped through my fingers like water. Two years ago, I was weak, desperate, clinging to a lie about who I was and who I loved.That man had drowned. This one had crawled out of the water.When the doors slid open, I stepped onto the marble with a rhythm of authority. I was affiliated with Dominic and I had to act like it. I touched the nameplate as I passed,Ethan Hale, Chief Operating Officer. Still surreal, I thanked Dominic silently. Her thought crossed through my mind, Clara. I wonder if
Dominic’s POVI couldn’t wait to go home to him. The city always disgusts me most at rush hour. Horns, exhaust, chaos.I sat in the back of the Bentley, glass of scotch in hand, the amber liquid burning as much as the anger still coiled tight from the boardroom. Another day wasted in meetings with men who thought they were sharks, circling, snapping at scraps. Tomorrow they’ll wake and realize they’ve been eaten alive.It should have satisfied me. It didn’t.Because all I could think about was Ethan.The man had a way of cracking into me without even trying. His mouth, his defiance, the way he trembled when I pushed him too far yet still came crawling back for more. He was fire disguised as surrender, and I couldn’t get enough. The thought of him waiting for me in the penthouse, restless and probably pacing like a caged thing, made my hands twitch with hunger. I wanted to punish him for every thought he ever kept from me. I wanted to soothe him until he forgot his own name. I wante
Dominic’s POVThe hum of the city below my office has always sounded like music to me, sharp, precise, and filled with opportunities to exploit. Each deal is another note, each competitor another instrument. “Come in,” I bark when I hear the knock on my office door.The only thing I wanted to do right now is to bury my cock deep within him, i frown at my trail of thoughts. The door opens, and Evelyn slips inside. Evelyn is my secretary, though the term hardly does her justice. Evelyn is efficient, calculating, and utterly loyal. She knows how to read my moods as if they were headlines.She closes the door behind her and walks to the desk, holding a file. Her face is composed, but I know her too well. She is worried.“It’s Weston Steel,” she says without preamble. “The quarterly reports came in, and they’re worse than we projected.”I lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers. Weston Steel was one of my acquisitions from two years ago. A manufacturing titan in its glory days, but r
I got to my room and shut the door behind me as I prepared to sleep when a knock sounded on the door“Who’s that?!” I asked irritated “The master called for you” the butler at the door announced Oh, now he wants to see me. After ignoring me for a week. The walk to his room was slow and deliberate, if he wanted this then he had to wait for it. When I got to the door, I knocked on it and instantly it was opened. I tried to go in but I was met with a hard chest, tge door shut immediately after me. “Shit” I cussed “You don't get to cuss out in front of me, am I clear?” His voice dangerously low as he grabs my cock. I yelped and nodded. “Use your words next time” he asked as his lips trail down my neck, his hand on my cock tightens. “What took you so long?” He asked as he bit down on my neck.“Urgh!!!” I moaned out, words failing me. He lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing and wrapped my legs around him as he walked to bed, dropping me on it. His body was on me in an ins