LOGINThe Singapore sun poured through the floor to ceiling windows of the presidential suite, painting the massive bed in golden light. Ethan woke to the feeling of a heavy arm wrapped possessively across his waist and a very hard dick rested against his ass.Adrian was still asleep behind him, breathing slow and deep. For the first time since Ethan had moved into the penthouse, the powerful CEO looked peaceful, vulnerable and human.Ethan stayed perfectly still, savoring the rare moment of closeness. Adrian’s body was a furnace solid muscle, warm skin, the faint scent of expensive cologne and sex still clinging to him. Ethan’s hole ached deliciously from the multiple rounds the night before, he could still feel the unreal stretch of Adrian’s thick dick claiming him over and over.Adrian moved, his arm tightened instinctively, pulling Ethan closer. A low, sleepy rumble vibrated against Ethan’s back.“Morning,” Ethan
The Singapore hotel suite was pure luxury, two floors of glass, marble and sleek furniture overlooking the glittering Marina Bay, but there was only one bedroom.Adrian had booked the presidential suite without thinking, or perhaps thinking too much. Now they stood in the lavish living area, the massive king sized bed visible through open double doors like a silent challenge.“Take the couch,” Adrian said curtly, loosening his tie as he walked toward the bedroom. “I have calls.”Ethan dropped his bag with a soft thud, “After you fucked me twice this morning and cummed inside me, you’re making me sleep on the couch?”Adrian paused in the doorway, broad shoulders tense. “This is a business trip, we maintain boundaries.”“Boundaries,” Ethan repeated bitterly. He stepped closer, voice dropping. “You mean the same boundaries you shattered when you railed me against the penthouse glass?”Adrian’s jaw tightened. He turn
Morning light sliced through the penthouse like a blade.Ethan woke up sore in the best and worst ways possible, his ass throbbed with a deep satisfying ache. Bite marks and fingerprints decorated his hips and shoulder, the memory of Adrian’s thick dick stretching him open, pounding him against the glass while the city watched, played on repeat in his mind. He could still feel the hot rush of Adrian’s release deep inside him.He showered carefully, wincing at the tenderness, then dressed in soft gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. His body felt owned.Downstairs, Adrian was already dressed in a full black suit, standing at the kitchen counter like a man preparing for war, his hair was perfectly styled, his expression was carved from granite. Only the faint shadows under his eyes betrayed the night before.“Coffee,” Adrian said without looking up from his tablet, his voice was ice cold. “Then pack a bag, we’re flyin
The penthouse reeked of whiskey and barely contained violence by 1:17 AM.Adrian had been drinking steadily since Ethan went upstairs. The bottle of aged single malt was nearly empty, the merger deal had officially collapsed late that evening, costing the company millions in potential revenue. Board members had called him incompetent and weak. For the first time in years, Adrian Vale felt every inch of his carefully constructed empire trembling.And the only thing that had kept him sane for the past three weeks was the infuriating beautiful man sleeping one floor above him.Ethan woke up to the sound of glass shattering downstairs.He pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and hurried down, heart pounding, he found Adrian in the living room, standing among shards of broken crystal, shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging open over his powerful chest, eyes wild and unfocused.“Adrian?” Ethan said softly.The CEO’s head
The following night, the penthouse felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of explosion.Adrian had been harsh all day, a major deal was hanging by a thread and the board had questioned his judgment in the afternoon meeting. His mood was sharp, cold, and deadly. Ethan had spent the hours walking on eggshells while his body still remembered the wet heat of Adrian’s tongue fucking into him in the entrance.Dinner was silent, Adrian drank more whiskey than usual, the expensive crystal glass never far from his hand. Ethan cleared the plates and returned to find Adrian standing by the windows, shirt unbuttoned, tie long discarded watching the city lights with a haunted expression.“Office,” Adrian said hoarsely. “Now.”Ethan followed, heart already racing, the moment they stepped inside, Adrian poured two glasses of whiskey and pushed one toward him.“Drink.”Ethan raised an eyebrow but obeyed, the burn slidi
The morning after their shared release felt like walking through a minefield.Ethan woke with dried cum flaking on his stomach and the lingering feel of Adrian’s hands still burning on his skin. He showered slowly, letting the hot water ease the soreness in his thighs and ass, but nothing could wash away the memory of Adrian’s broken groan as he cum between them, or the way those strong arms had held him afterward, almost tenderly, before the ice returned.Downstairs, Adrian was a stronghold once more, he stood at the kitchen counter in a midnight blue suit, reviewing documents with cold distance. When Ethan entered, Adrian didn’t look up, “Coffee black. Then prepare the briefing for the Harrington merger. We leave for the office in thirty minutes.”No acknowledgment, no “good morning.” Certainly no mention of how Ethan had ridden his thigh and dick until they both exploded.Ethan’s temper flared. “That’s it?


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