LOGINThe double knock at the door interrupted Julian just as he was beginning to drift back to sleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, momentarily forgetting where he was. Then he felt the weight of Marc's arm around his waist and Leo's leg brushing against his beneath the sheets, and the events of the previous night came rushing back. A smile tugged at his lips. "That's room service," he mumbled, lifting his head from the pillow. "I ordered breakfast." Marc tightened his hold on him. "Tell them to leave it outside." Julian turned his head to look at him. "And let our food get cold?" "We can order more." "Of course we can. Money grows on trees, doesn't it?" Marc buried his face against Julian's shoulder. "You're ruining a perfectly good morning with unnecessary questions." Julian laughed, reaching back to pat his arm. "You're unbelievable." "Yet you seem to like me." Before Julian could come up with a suitable response, Leo chuckled from the other side of the bed.
Julian's phone wouldn't stop vibrating. He ignored it the first time, then the second. By the third, he groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow, determined to find whoever had invented morning alarms and have a serious conversation with them. A warm hand settled on his waist. "Are you going to answer that?" Leo asked sleepily. Julian opened one eye. "Absolutely not." "Good." Leo pulled him closer. "Because it's annoying me." A quiet laugh escaped Julian before he could stop it. He reached blindly for his phone, which was somewhere beneath the tangled sheets, but another arm tightened around his waist. "Leave it," Marc muttered behind him. Julian turned his head slightly. "You don't even know who's calling." "Doesn't matter." "That's very professional of you." Marc pressed his face against Julian's neck. "I'm not at work." That was enough to make Julian smile. He gave up searching for his phone and settled back against Marc's chest. For once, he had no interest
The heavy, suffocating silence that settled over Suite 1804 was thick, warm, and utterly absolute. Outside the city skyline hummed in a dark, golden stillness, casting a soft, geometric grid of ambient light across the tangled silk sheets. Inside, the frantic, blinding heat of the past several hours had finally given way to a quiet, heavy afterglow that seemed to suspend time itself. Julian lay tucked securely between the two larger men, his body entirely boneless, spent, and pleasantly heavy. His head rested directly against Leo’s bare, broad chest, rising and falling in rhythmic sync with the bartender’s deep, steady breathing. Leo’s long, rough fingers moved lazily through Julian’s damp, dark hair, tracing light, soothing patterns against his scalp with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the uncompromising intensity of his earlier touch. Behind Julian, Marc’s heavy arm remained draped possessively over his waist, his broad palm resting flat against Julian’s abdomen, holdin
The heavy, rhythmic sound of breathing filled the darkened suite, thick with the sharp scent of cedar oil and the raw heat radiating from three slick, feverish bodies. Julian was pinned face-down against the silk duvet, his body entirely exposed to the dark expanse of the midnight skyline towering outside the glass. Marc straddled his thighs, his massive weight holding Julian completely immobile, while his oil-slicked fingers worked relentlessly between Julian’s thighs with a heavy, uncompromising pressure. At the head of the bed, Leo remained on his knees, his broad hands framing Julian’s jaw, forcing Julian’s face up so his flushed skin and dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were fully visible in the dim amber light. "Look at me, Julian," Leo commanded softly, his deep voice carrying a steady, hypnotic force that holding Julian through the escalating sensory storm. "Don't hide your face in the pillows. Keep your eyes on mine." "Leo... it's God, it's so heavy," Julian gasped out, his finger
The air in the suite was dense and quiet, broken only by the synchronized, heavy breathing of three men tangled in the dark silk sheets. Julian lay collapsed in the center of the bed, entirely boneless. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs after the shattering intensity of his climax. Marc remained Held behind him, one heavy, muscular arm wrapped tightly around Julian’s waist, dragging Julian’s back firmly against his broad, warm chest. Behind them, Marc’s pulse beat in steady, deep thuds. In front of him, Leo rested on his side, leaning on one elbow with his dark eyes fixed on Julian’s flushed face. Leo reached out, his broad palm resting flat against Julian’s chest, feeling the wild fluttering beneath his ribs. "Look at you," Leo murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the quiet room. "You look like you just survived a wreck." "I feel like it," Julian rasped out, his throat dry, his voice barely more than a w
The tension inside Suite 1804 had reached a critical, feverish pitch. Julian was suspended in the center of the massive king-sized bed, his back pressed flush against Marc’s hard chest while Leo loomed over him from above. The room was heavy with the scent of dark cedar, sweat, and the sharp, undeniable charge of raw friction. Every breath Julian took was ragged and shallow, his skin burning everywhere Marc’s heavy hands held him or Leo’s warm palms smoothed over his thighs. "Look at me, Julian," Leo commanded, his deep baritone dropping into a low, hypnotic rumble that seemed to vibrate straight through the silk mattress. Leo reached down, his long, broad fingers wrapping firmly around the base of Julian’s fully exposed front. His thumb rested right at the tip, catching the small, clear bead of moisture that had gathered there. "Keep your eyes locked on mine. I want to see you break." "Leo... please," Julian gasped, his hands reaching up to dig his fingernails into Marc’s muscular
ANNIE'S POV“Ohh… fuck me like this, pussy belongs to you,” I moaned, my back arched on the soft bed. Damien thrust into my wet, slimy pussy as his cock hit the walls of my stretched vagina.“I’m going to make you choke on my name.” Adrian plunged his cock into my mouth and rammed it in and out. I
KIARA POV“Really? I’d like to see how that happens,” I muttered as I stepped out of the elevator, my lips curling slightly. I pushed my office door open and walked in, my shoulders dropping as I exhaled deeply. I sank into my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and pulled my laptop from
KIARA POV“Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly.I walk
ELLA POV“Fuck… I’m fucking close,"My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair.His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled.“Your fucking juic







