LOGINShe redressed carefully, folding her blouse closed over damp skin, and returned to her desk in silence.A few minutes passed. Quiet. Weighted.Then Cade broke it with a murmur, casual as anything.“You’re so responsive today, sweetheart,” he said, not looking up from his screen. “I barely have to say anything and you melt for me.”Lili flushed again, pressing her knees together beneath the desk. Across the room, Beckett didn’t speak. But she caught the way his fingers clenched around his pen. How he stared at the screen without really seeing it.Later, when she crossed the room to grab a drink, Cade reached to help guide the glass and his hand brushed her inner thigh.It was feather-light. Could have passed for nothing. But the look he gave Beckett afterward said otherwise.And Beckett’s jaw ticked.She was back at her desk, cheeks burning, when Cade spoke again, louder now, enough for Beckett to hear.“He’s quiet today, isn’t he? Maybe you’ve got him tongue-tied.”Lili’s head shot up
Lili was buzzing.She’d barely slept, waking too early with her pulse dancing just beneath her skin. All weekend she’d obeyed every message, every task, every subtle request. And all of it had made her ache for more.Now it was Monday.She dressed slowly, deliberately. Stockings first. She smoothed them up over her thighs with trembling fingers. Her heels were next. High, sleek. A familiar weight on her feet now. But she chose a pleated today, one that stopped scandalously high on her thighs.Her blouse was tucked in neatly, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt like a woman on the edge of something.By the time she arrived at the office, her body was already tingling. Anticipation coiled through her with every step. When she opened the door and stepped inside, she didn’t miss the way both men looked up instantly.Cade’s brows lifted, his mouth curving into something wicked. Beckett’s gaze went sharp, lowering to her skirt, pausing, then climbing back up to her face l
Beckett closed the door to Lili's apartment behind him with a soft click and leaned back against it for half a breath. His chest rose, then fell in a slow, measured exhale.He felt less agitated now. His pulse was still high, but the pressure in his gut had eased. It had been building all week, every time she knelt beside his desk, every time she obeyed without question, every time she blushed and tried to hide it.But tonight?Her wide eyes. Her parted lips. The way she'd just let him.She looked so fucking beautiful covered in him.Marked like that.His cock twitched again.Beckett hissed under his breath and pushed off the door. Enough. He tried to shake the image from his head, but it clung to him like a fever. Was she still lying there? Silk clinging to her skin, his cum drying on her skin?He swore softly and crossed the small hall to his own apartment. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the small liquor cabinet tucked bene
She wasn’t dreaming.The realization hit like a crack of thunder through her chest.He was here. Not a dream. Not a phantom lingering at the edge of sleep.Her breath stuttered. Her skin prickled. Her stomach dropped and twisted all at once, desire and disbelief tangling in the pit of her belly.Beckett was in her room. In the middle of the night.The man who'd burst into her apartment like a storm. The man who'd shoved her back against the wall and nearly kissed her like he wanted to consume her whole.He was in her room. In the dark. Close enough to touch.Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at him, the shadows of his face sharp and unyielding.She stiffened, panic and heat crashing together inside her chest. And yet somehow, despite it all, she managed to keep her body still, her face composed, or close enough to it. Only her eyes betrayed her, wide and burning as they locked onto his.She swallowed. "Consent for what?"His eyes didn’t leave hers. That same shadowed inten
Lili woke to soft light and the quiet hum of city traffic far below. For the first time in days, there was no alarm, no footsteps, no low voices issuing instructions.Just stillness.She blinked at the ceiling, body sluggish, legs tangled in soft sheets. Her thighs ached faintly, a reminder of everything she’d surrendered the day before. She stretched slowly, savoring the deep pull through her back and hips.It was nearly ten.After a long shower and a few sunlit stretches in the living room, she made herself a light breakfast. Scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, berries. Her appetite had returned with surprising clarity. Everything tasted brighter. Cleaner.She dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, hair pulled up into a loose bun, and sank into the sofa with one of the pregnancy books from Cade’s shelf. The chapters were dense and clinical, so many charts and terms, so many possibilities. She read three pages about first-trimester symptoms before shutting the book and set
“Stay there,” Cade said softly.Lili barely heard him over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she obeyed. Her cheek remained pressed against the rug, breath catching in short, shaky bursts as her body trembled in the aftermath. Her limbs felt molten, her thighs still quivering with each breath.She heard the quiet slide of a drawer opening, the rustle of plastic. Then Cade was kneeling beside her again, and something cool and damp touched the inside of her thigh.A wipe.He was cleaning her.Not rushed. Not impersonal. But slow. Almost reverent.“You did beautifully,” he murmured as he worked. “You made a mess, sweetheart.”His voice was warm, affectionate. She let her eyes close, tension bleeding out of her body with every careful stroke.When he was done, he reached for the soaked thong still tangled around her knees.“You won’t need this anymore,” he said, sliding it down her legs with gentle efficiency. “It’s ruined anyway.”She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure she could.“Come on
Lili stayed kneeling even as Cade tucked himself away. Her lips were still wet, her jaw pleasantly sore, her mouth tingling with a heady mix of exertion and satisfaction.She waited, breathless, a warm buzz thrumming low in her belly. Eyes lowered. A beat passed. Then another.Cade didn’t groan. Di
Lili's breath hitched, her eyes flicking down.Beckett’s cock was thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Her mouth went dry. She hadn’t seen many but she was certain: he was big. Long, heavy, with veins ridging the shaft and a weight that made her stomach clench with nerves. Raw, physical
Lili held her breath.Beckett’s hands moved with slow certainty, and her nerves lit up like fire under his touch. Her thighs ached from restraint, her core soaked, but she stayed still.Just like he asked.His fingers swept higher, thumbs grazing along the curve of her hips, dangerously close to th
By the time Lili stepped into the office on Friday morning, her whole body was buzzing.She was already dreading the weekend. Forty-eight hours without them. Without commands or praise. Without any chance of release. Her mind reeled at the thought of sitting alone in that apartment, no eyes on her,







