The taxi stopped outside the building. A normal person would have looked out to see who was watching her go into this kind of establishment. But not me, maybe I wasn’t normal. I had come down here after work, because I couldn’t beat it anymore. The longer I waited the more horny I became. Which was what led me right here and I hoped Nathan was around, he was one of the workers here that I was comfortable having his cock in me.
I just waltzed right in I shouldn’t be this horny, I know. The thing was I couldn’t help it, I needed something, someone to fill up, I sighed and grabbed my phone and dialed Nathan. Nathan was one person who understood my body as well as myself. That’s before my ex boyfriend just killed whatever sex drive I had. The line rang but there was no response from the other end, maybe he was busy with something or didn’t want to pick my call I couldn’t tell but he sure as hell wasn’t picking my calls and I scowled. Damn you Nathan. I cursed under my breath and shoveled the phone into my back pocket. I didn’t want to seem like a slut but I wasn’t one to leave my needs hanging. I was a full grown woman who should satisfy her cravings whenever she wants. If Nathan wasn’t picking his phone he sure as hell was missing a lot and I wasn’t going to wait for him—at least not now. During the ride to the sex house, it had taken all my willpower not to seduce the driver. He’d sure looked like he was having a bad day and I didn’t want anyone to think I was sex-starved or crazy. The driver stopped in front of the sex house and he gave me a look, like he was surprised and disappointed, not at me, but at himself. Perhaps I should have gone for him after all. I came down from the cab and flashed a sexy grin at him which he responded to before driving off. “Your mon…..” I started but he was gone and I just stood there holding a wad of cash in my hand. Lucky me I stuffed the money back in my pink handbag and headed inside. The person at the counter grinned at me. “Hi there beautiful” he said and I gave him a small smile. He was quite aged but he was good looking enough and he seemed to be in pretty good shape. He muscled, ripped and strained against his shirt arms. He looked to be in his forties. Just like Mark, should I beg this man instead. “Looking for work?” He asked smiling and I scoffed. “A job? No” I said and he paused. He studied me curiously. “What are you here for then?” His voice held an edge and I smiled. “I need a man…..to spend the night with” I answered and his brow shot up. He nodded, trying to hide his surprise but I could see it on his face “Oh,” he seemed mortified. I was sure it wasn’t everyday that a young woman came into his establishment to look for a man to……I smiled, fuck. “Should I pick for you or you’ll like to see for yourself” he asked and I shot him a look tossing him a wad of cash. “I’ll look for myself,” I said, nodding to him and heading the other way. There were a lot of good looking men and women who caught my eye and for some reason I wouldn’t just pick them. My body wasn’t even responding to their appearance until….. There, standing on the far hand was a dude arms folded and looking like he didn't care. He was tall and handsome, too good looking to be in a place like this. What caught my attention was his dark hair, it was pitch black, naturally—no die, Just dark. I wondered what genes he had. “You” I said, approaching him and running a hand down his chest when I reached him. “I want you” He stared at me for a full minute, his green eyes bore into mine like he wanted to look into my soul before he grinned. “I like that. I……” “Can we go?” I interrupted, I had no patience for petty talks. His brow rose but he didn’t object, he led me to a room at the top floor and as soon as he opened the door. I kicked it close with my heel and grabbed his hair and pulled him down to my level for a kiss. I moaned as his hot lips captured mine in it, he let me take the lead at first then his rough calloused hand landed heavily on my waist and he growled in need. His tongue shoved their way past my lips and collided with mine. I groaned and clutched his hair tight, too tight that I was sure it was going to be painful. He didn’t even flinch, he pulled away and bit my neck—not hard but at the same time not so gentle either. “You taste…….” “Shut up and do your job please” I cut him off and his emerald eyes darted to mine in fascination. He nodded and in one big swoop I was in his arms and in seconds crashing onto the bed, his weight pressing against me. His mouth found mine again, hot and needy. His hands roamed my body until they found my breasts and he gave them a handful squeeze. I gasped and arched into his touch, that’s when he flicked the nipple and it’s his thumb and I cried out as pleasure wracked my body. That was my one sensitive spot and it seemed like he knew and was using it to his advantage. “Kiss me” I ordered and he ignored me. I scowled and glared at him. “Damn you. I said……” “Shut up” he said, imitating me and my eyes widened at his blatant dismissal. Before I could utter a sharp retort he lowered his head and licked the inside of my thigh. I shuddered and clutched his head. He moved higher up my skirt and I let out a wail. “Ahhh, oh God” I moaned and he chuckled. “God isn’t here ma’am” he said and suddenly I felt his mouth detach. I opened my mouth to retort when I felt it replaced by his fingers. I writhed under him as his fingers worked. “Fuck” “Yes” he said. “I will soon” he said. If I wasn’t so worked up I would have laughed. He took off his shirt and I followed suit. I sat up but he pushed back and crawled up to me. I spread my legs, pulsating, throbbing for him. When he pushed himself in I gasped in satisfaction and even almost let out a purr. “Yes, like that” I said as he moved in a steady rhythm. I stared right at him, not breaking eye contact and for the first time it seemed so hard. Most men I have been with would have looked away but he didn’t. Those green eyes stared right at me. I could feel him reaching his peak, because he started moving faster. I could feel him throbbing in me and soon I shivered as orgasm ran through me. He let out a loud groan and collapsed against me. I sighed. This wasn’t who I wanted still. And maybe my boyfriend was the problem after all.Sage POV The sun was already streaming through the blinds, painting stripes across the duvet. I woke up feeling pleasantly wrecked, every muscle vibrating with the memory of the night before. Mark had been ferocious, desperate, like he was trying to exorcise every demon in the room, and I loved every chaotic second of it. I smiled, reaching across the cool sheets for his solid body, eager for a round two. But the space beside me was empty. My eyes snapped open. Not just empty, but cold. I frowned, sitting up. He never left before me. He was always there, usually scowling at his phone while I stole his body heat. That’s when I saw the note. It was propped against my glass of water, held down by his heavy, silver wristwatch. My stomach tightened, a cold little knot forming. I snatched the note up. It was Mark's messy scrawl, quick and rushed. "Love you. Went to Egypt. Back soon. Don't worry. M." I stared at the paper, then burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound; it was hyste
The silence in the bar was thick and sticky, broken only by the whimpering of the attacker beneath my knee. But I pressed harder, demanding a name, demanding an organization. I could feel the adrenaline fading, leaving behind the cold reality of my exposed vulnerability."Who. Sent. You," I ground out, my forearm tight against his throat.The guy just shook his head, a desperate, strangled sound escaping his lips. His face was a mess of blood and pain, but his eyes held something I didn't like—a chilling professionalism, even in defeat. He was ready to break, but he wasn't ready to talk.Suddenly, his body went rigid. I felt a quick, subtle shift of weight, a muscle twitch, and before I could compensate, his hand shot out. Not toward the dropped gun, but toward the small, sharp edge of his broken stool leg lying on the floor.He slashed it upward, aiming for my leg.I reacted instinctively, rolling off him to avoid the strike, the movement burning across my bruised ribs. That single s
Mark POVThe scallops were bland. The bourbon felt like water. Every sound in the decadent restaurant grated on my nerves, but I kept the performance going for Sage. I laughed at her jokes, kissed her hand over the tablecloth, and watched her eyes with enough intensity to convince a film director. All while the coordinates to my personal hell burned a hole in my pocket.She was vibrant, relaxed, and finally happy. I had to shatter that peace in forty-eight hours, and the lie was already choking me. We got home late. I let her go ahead to the bathroom, that innocent sound of the running water a painful soundtrack to my treason. I slipped into my office, pulled out the burner phone I hadn't used in months, and texted Hector: Operation Clean Slate is now Operation Inferno. Prep Cairo. ETA 24 hrs. Tell no one.The flight was too soon. Too public. I had to create a gap—a controlled moment of vulnerability that would draw out the rat watching the penthouse. The note hadn't been specific a
Mark POVThe victory felt heavy, and somehow incomplete. I watched Alistair Vance get hauled out by security, yelling obscenities that no one cared about. I’d won the battle, securing my position and exposing the corporate rat, but standing there in the boardroom, the silence wasn’t celebratory. It felt like a warning.I ignored the sycophantic praise of the board members and walked straight out. I needed Sage. I needed the messy, undeniable reality of her to clean the corporate grime off me.I found her waiting outside the door, her emerald dress vibrant against the sterile gray of the hallway. She looked triumphant, a true queen.“You were magnificent, Mark,” she murmured, her hand immediately going to my chest.“He was a small problem, easily dispatched,” I said, pulling her into my side. “Thorne is still the loose thread, and your vultures still have my resources tied up.”“We celebrate the small victories,” she countered, tipping her head back. “Vance is gone. That’s a win.”We
The apartment buzzed with activity, not from press or bodyguards, but from Hector's covert tech crew. They looked less like spies and more like exhausted IT professionals, running cables and whispering into headsets while Mark gave orders from the kitchen counter."I want the digital footprint of Alistair Vance erased and rebuilt with a massive, glaring vulnerability," Mark commanded into his phone, his voice a low, focused rumble. "Give me something undeniable. Something that links him directly to a hostile takeover attempt."I watched him, nursing a cold cup of tea. He was back in his element now, not fighting bullets, but fighting spreadsheets. It was just as brutal."You look beautiful when you're committing corporate espionage," I commented, sliding a hand up his arm.He glanced down, a flash of appreciation in his eyes. "You look beautiful when you're getting me fired." He kissed my forehead, then pulled his focus back to the war map. "Hector, what do we have on Thorne's liquid
"Alistair Vance is playing a dangerous game," Mark finally announced, running a hand over the back of his neck. "He's banking on the scandal forcing my hand. He thinks he can buy the necessary votes by Friday.""So, we give him a distraction," I said, hopping off the desk. My own adrenaline was high. This corporate warfare was almost as fun as dodging bullets. "We flood the airwaves with something shiny and undeniable, proving you're exactly where you want to be."Mark paused, a dangerous glimmer in his green eyes. "Go on, little bird.""We go public, Mark. Really public." I walked toward the closet, already planning the visual. "They want to attack your personal judgment? We prove your personal judgment is sound—and stable. No hiding, no denying. We lean into the story.""And the company?""The company needs a stable face," I countered, pulling out a sleek, black dress I hadn't dared wear yet. "And right now, that face is you, choosing happiness. We go out, Mark. We give them th