MasukThe sensation pulled me right back into the moment, my head falling back as a real moan escaped my lips. My hand tightened around his cock, stroking him faster while he continued his assault on my breasts , sucking, biting, and licking like he wanted to mark me as his. The desk creaked again as he pressed closer, grinding his hardness against my thigh, clearly desperate to be inside me.Every touch, every moan, every filthy word was being recorded by the hidden mic just inches away. My mind spun with conflicting thoughts, the investigation, the danger, Daniel’s mysterious message of but my body had completely surrendered to Adrian’s aggressive hunger. He hooked his fingers into my panties, ready to pull them aside, his breath hot against my damp skin as he looked up at me with dark, possessive eyes.“Tell me what you need, babe,” he rasped, voice husky. “I’ll give you everything.” He says it with that deep, commanding rasp, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing in his world rig
His hands moved with purpose as he shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The expensive fabric pooled at his feet while he loosened his tie with a sharp tug, then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail of dark hair leading down his stomach. His eyes never left mine, burning with that intense hunger that always made my knees weak.“Talk to me…” he said again, his voice low and rough, laced with both concern and unmistakable lust. Before I could form another excuse, he closed the distance, pulling me flush against him. In one smooth motion, he lifted me effortlessly and set me down on the edge of my desk. Papers scattered, and the wood creaked under our combined weight. My heart hammered wildly , if I explained everything, the entire operation would collapse. But if we kept going, he’d see the mic clipped between my bra.Fuck it. I decided in that split second. I’ll just let him do it.I gave in complete
His hands were still lingering on my body when I shifted away slightly, creating a small but deliberate distance between us on the bed. The cool air rushed in where his warmth had been, making my skin prickle. “..c’mon babe, I said I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice softer. Adrian paused, then pulled back just enough to look at me properly. His eyes searched my face, dark and intense under the low lighting of the room. For a moment, the charming mask he usually wore slipped, replaced by something more calculating. “Okay… what do you want?” he asked, his tone shifting into that smooth, accommodating register he used when he wanted to fix things. “A new bag? Shoes? A new house? Another trip?… Talk to me.”He listed the offers casually, like they were simple solutions to whatever was bothering me, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my arm as if he could seduce the tension out of me. But in my mind, the thoughts were screaming louder than ever. What I really want is a fucking a
“You’re not losing me…” I responded quietly.And honestly, Adrian could be very dramatic about me sometimes.Even before all this chaos started, he always reacted intensely whenever he felt me pulling away emotionally. One unanswered call could make him restless. One cold response and suddenly he acted like our relationship was collapsing entirely.“…the way you act sometimes makes me feel that way,” he responded almost immediately.His voice wasn’t angry this time.Just tired.Like he genuinely meant it.Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my hands firmly and gently pulled me up from the chair. I rose slowly to my feet, still trying my best to avoid eye contact with him.Because every single time our eyes met lately, guilt twisted painfully inside me.Not just guilt from the recordings.But guilt from standing this close to him while secretly wearing devices beneath my clothes.Recording him.Listening carefully to every word he said.Even now.He noticed me looking away aga
He stepped a little closer to the desk, not fully invading my space, but enough that I could feel the shift in the air between us. “I don’t need you to keep apologizing and disappearing,” he added, more controlled now. “I just… need to know you’re okay.” That last part hung in the air longer than the rest. I swallowed slightly, looking down at my hands instead of at him. Because “okay” wasn’t exactly something I could answer honestly right now.Not with everything happening. He tried reaching for my hands gently across the desk, but I shifted slightly in my chair before he could fully touch them.My eyes immediately moved away from him again, settling instead on the office door behind him.Anywhere but his face. Anywhere but his eyes. Because every time I looked directly at him lately, my thoughts became messy again. Adrian noticed the movement immediately.Of course he did.He let out a small breath through his nose before shrugging lightly, almost like he was trying not to overreac
“I never said I wasn’t uncomfortable,” I said, my arms folding tightly across my chest as I finally took a seat beside my desk. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care anymore. Not at this point.A few moments after I stepped in, Adrian had already come into the office too, like he always did whenever he had free time. He even had an extra key, which meant access wasn’t even a question for him anymore. And somehow, that only made everything feel more complicated.He stood there now, arms folded, watching me carefully. “So why do you keep disappearing like that?” he said, his tone lower now, controlled but clearly irritated. “And you don’t even care to let me know either. Like I’m some stranger to you.”His eyes stayed fixed on mine, searching, waiting for something, an explanation, an apology, anything. He even had an extra key, which meant access wasn’t even a question for him anymore.And somehow, that only made everything feel more complicated. He stood there
BACK TO BASE When the plane finally touched down in my city, the wheels hitting the tarmac with that familiar thud, I felt the shift immediately. The cabin pressure equalized, the seatbelt sign chimed off, and just like that, Greece was gone. The soft, salt-laced Mediterranean air that had wrapped
Now we were side by side, facing the large rectangular mirror that stretched the full length of the wall. I could see her without turning my head. She could see me. No hiding. No pretending.The automatic faucet in front of me was still running. I hadn’t turned it off properly. Water streamed in a
The courtyard was already alive with a small scattering of other tourists, maybe eight or ten in total, clustered in quiet groups around the fountain and the olive tree. A couple from what looked like Germany (backpacks, sensible hiking boots, matching windbreakers) were taking turns photographing
“Tell me you want it,” he says, voice wrecked. He pulls almost all the way out, only the head still inside, then thrusts forward again, deeper this time, bottoming out in one smooth glide. I cry out, legs locking around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer.“Fuck, yes,” I gasp,







