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2025-07-14 22:55:29Chapter Six — Julian
Julian knew he should stand up. He should thank Jamie for the walkthrough, walk him to the door, and end the night like a professional. But he didn’t move. Jamie sat across from him, laptop now closed, shoulders tight, eyes flicking between Julian’s and the desk like he was trying to decide whether to run or stay. The air between them had thickened. Too quiet. Too full. Julian’s hands curled slowly into fists in his lap, just to keep them still. “You said it wouldn’t happen again,” Jamie said. His voice was soft. Not accusing. Just… reminding. Julian met his eyes. “I meant it.” Jamie’s lips parted, like he wanted to say something else—but he didn’t. Julian stood then. Slowly. Deliberately. He rounded the desk. Jamie’s breath caught as Julian stopped beside his chair. Too close. Close enough to see the rapid rise and fall of Jamie’s chest. The flicker in his eyes. The pulse ticking just under his skin. Julian shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. But his hand moved anyway. Lightly—barely there—he reached down and brushed his fingers along the side of Jamie’s throat. Just once. A whisper of contact. Skin against skin. Too brief to be anything. Too charged to be nothing. Jamie didn’t flinch. He moved into it. That was the problem. He tilted his head into Julian’s hand, just slightly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he’d missed it. Julian’s mouth went dry. He could feel every breath in his body. Could hear the soft hum of the overhead lights. Could count each heartbeat like a gunshot in his throat. “Julian…” Jamie’s voice was a breath. And God help him, Julian leaned down. Their faces were inches apart now. Jamie looked up at him with eyes that held too much—want, caution, something else underneath that made Julian’s chest ache. It would be so easy to kiss him. So fucking easy. One inch closer and his mouth would be on Jamie’s again, and he wouldn’t stop this time. He couldn’t. But he didn’t move. He just stood there. Watching Jamie. Waiting. Needing. And then Jamie whispered, “You’re going to hate yourself in the morning.” Julian closed his eyes. His hand dropped. He stepped back. The space between them filled with all the things he didn’t say. “You’re right,” he said quietly. Jamie stood slowly, grabbing his laptop. “So am I going, or are you going to kiss me and deal with it later?” Julian looked at him. Really looked. And for one second—just one second—he almost said fuck it. Almost. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped aside. Cleared his throat. Reached for the doorknob. Jamie didn’t speak again. He just walked out, leaving behind a silence that felt like the aftermath of something that never got to happen. Julian stood there for a long time, alone in his office, trying to pretend he hadn’t just let something he wanted more than anything walk out the door.
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Chapter 13: Cracks in the MaskJamieHe was unraveling.That was the only explanation.Because only someone unhinged would still ache for a man who looked through him like glass. A man who kissed him like a promise and then avoided him like a curse.Julian hadn’t so much as glanced at him since that meeting. Not at lunch. Not during briefing. Not even in passing.It made Jamie want to scream. Or cry. Or drag Julian into the nearest copy room and demand answers with his mouth.Instead, he sat at his desk, fingers twitching over his keyboard, trying to focus on ad copy for a luxury mattress campaign. The irony was not lost on him.Nothing about you feels like rest.He deleted the line.A ping lit up his screen: Team Off-Site Itinerary — Reminder: Mandatory attendance.Jamie opened it and groaned. A full-day strategy retreat at a rented country house outside the city. Hosted by Black + Lane’s creative leads.Which meant Julian.Which meant him.All day. One house. Nowhere to hide.And wo
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POV: Julian---He told himself it was a mistake.That touching Jamie last night—pulling him close, watching his lips part in a gasp when Julian’s hands slid beneath his shirt—was just a momentary lapse. A punishment for coming into his world uninvited.But then morning came.And Jamie was still asleep in Julian’s bed.Bare chest rising and falling. Lips slightly parted. Hair a mess of curls on Julian’s pillow like he belonged there.Like he always had.Julian sat in the armchair, one ankle resting on his knee, a cup of untouched black coffee in his hand. His mind had already looped through half a dozen excuses—reasons why this didn’t matter, why it didn’t mean anything.None of them stuck.Because every time he looked at Jamie, every time he remembered the way Jamie moaned his name into the dark, logic crumbled.And all he could think about was how badly he wanted to do it again.Jamie stirred with a low groan, stretching languidly under the covers. The moment his eyes met Julian’s,
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Chapter Eleven — JamieThe morning after should never feel like this cold.Jamie woke up cold.Not because the room was freezing—though it was—but because the spot next to him on the floor was empty.The carpet under his back was rough, imprinted with the shape of what they'd done. His arms ached. His thighs throbbed with a dull kind of soreness that reminded him this hadn’t been a dream.Julian Black had kissed him last night.Touched him.Sucked him until he came with a whimper and a prayer. Then let Jamie jerk him off while he gasped into Jamie’s neck like something fragile and ruined.And now… he was gone.Jamie sat up fast, heart punching into his throat.His shirt was half on—twisted, inside out—and his pants were somewhere by the foot of the bed. He scrambled to pull himself together, every muscle protesting.Where was Julian?A quiet sound—click. Porcelain on laminate.He turned.Julian was at the little table by the window, sitting stiffly in a dining chair like he was waitin
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Chapter Ten — JulianJamie kissed like he’d waited years for it.Desperate. Open. Starved.And Julian—God help him—gave in.No second-guessing this time.No speeches. No warnings. Just hands and teeth and heat.He hauled Jamie closer, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other sliding beneath the hem of his T-shirt. Jamie gasped when their chests touched, and Julian felt the sharp arch of his back, the tremble in his thighs as he settled fully into his lap.His heart slammed against his ribs.This was happening.It was already happening.Jamie was grinding against him, mouth hot and slick, and Julian’s self-control cracked like glass under pressure.His fingers slid up Jamie’s bare spine.Smooth skin. Warm. He dragged his nails lightly just to feel Jamie shudder.Jamie pulled back with a breathless laugh, flushed and wild-eyed.“I thought you said you were sleeping on the floor.”Julian grinned against his mouth.“I am the floor.”Jamie groaned and kissed him again, deeper this
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Chapter Nine — JamieJamie couldn’t sleep.He’d tried—God, he’d tried—but his body wouldn’t settle.The bed was too soft. The pillows too crisp. The sheets too clean.And Julian was five feet away.Lying on the floor.Fully dressed.Silent.But Jamie could hear him.Not loud. Not snoring. Not moving.Just… there.Breathing. Steady. Controlled.That same quiet, measured rhythm that had driven Jamie insane in meetings all week. The way Julian could sit perfectly still, emotionless, while Jamie felt like his whole body was vibrating out of its skin.It wasn’t fair.It wasn’t normal.Most people didn’t spend half the night fantasizing about their boss’s hands.Most people didn’t get turned on by the memory of a thumb on their throat and the absence of a kiss that never happened.Most people didn’t slide out of bed in the dark, barefoot, heart pounding, just to kneel beside that man on the floor and whisper—“Julian.”Julian’s breath caught.He didn’t sit up. Didn’t speak. Just opened his
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Chapter Eight — JulianJulian should’ve canceled the trip.He should’ve pulled rank, sent someone else, cited a conflict or a double-booked calendar. But he didn’t.Because despite every warning bell in his head—despite three sleepless nights and the memory of Jamie’s breath hitching when he touched his throat—Julian still got on that plane.And now he was standing in the lobby of the executive suite hotel in Chicago, gripping the check-in folder like it personally offended him.“There seems to have been a booking error,” the front desk clerk said, smiling apologetically. “Only one room is confirmed under your agency. King bed, non-smoking. I’m so sorry.”Jamie, standing beside him, stiffened.Julian felt it.Felt the way Jamie’s body registered the words before he said anything.“That’s… not what we requested,” Julian said, voice low, tight. “There were supposed to be two rooms. Two separate—”“I know,” the clerk said, tapping the screen. “It looks like the second room was released t
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