ONE NIGHT,EVERY NIGHT

“You look like the kind of man who’d rather fuck his problems than fire them,” Kai Lennox drawled, leaning one tattooed forearm on the bar top as he poured two fingers of the bar’s most expensive scotch without being asked. “Or is that just the suit talking?”Damien Vale didn’t smile. He never did on nights like this. The steel-gray eyes that had made three executives cry in the last six hours locked onto the bartender’s ice-blue ones instead, and the heat that snapped between them was immediate, electric, and filthy.“Keep talking like that and I won’t need the drink,” Damien said, voice low and rough as gravel dragged over silk. He dropped onto the stool, broad shoulders straining the black three-piece suit that cost more than most people’s rent. Jet-black hair still perfect despite the fourteen-hour war he’d just waged in the boardroom. “But pour it anyway. I want something to watch while you work that smart mouth.”Kai’s smirk sharpened. Twenty-six years old, sleeves rolled high t

“You canceled a fifty-thousand-dollar dinner meeting for this?” Kai Lennox’s voice cut through the low hum of the rooftop bar like a blade, sharp and disbelieving. He was behind the counter at Eclipse, polishing a glass that didn’t need polishing, his ice-blue eyes narrowed on the man who had just claimed the same end stool for the third night running. “Don’t lie to me, Vale. I saw the missed call from your assistant light up your phone when you walked in. You’re supposed to be schmoozing investors right now, not eye-fucking the bartender who told you last night was the absolute last time.”Damien Vale didn’t flinch. He sat there in the same charcoal suit from the night before—jacket discarded somewhere in his car, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms and the faint red lines Kai’s nails had left on his skin the previous evening. Jet-black hair still held its perfect style, but his steel-gray eyes burned hotter than the city lights glittering beyond the glass wa

“You’re late,” Kai Lennox said the second Damien stepped through the service door at 11:52 p.m., voice low and edged with something that wasn’t quite anger anymore. He was already leaning against the far end of the bar, sleeves rolled high, phoenix tattoo gleaming under the low amber lights of Eclipse. The rooftop bar was dead silent except for the distant hum of the city far below and the soft patter of rain against the glass. “Five minutes. I almost thought you’d finally grown a conscience and stayed away.”Damien Vale didn’t answer right away. He simply locked the door behind him, shrugged out of his midnight-navy suit jacket, and draped it over the nearest stool. The black dress shirt underneath clung to the hard planes of his chest, sleeves already rolled to expose those powerful forearms. Steel-gray eyes dragged over Kai like he was cataloging every inch he planned to ruin tonight messy dark-brown hair, ice-blue eyes narrowed in challenge, the faint shadow of yesterday’s bruise

“Seven nights,” Kai Lennox said, voice low and rough as he flipped the last lock on the service door at 11:47 p.m. sharp. The rooftop bar was theirs alone again—lights dimmed to a sultry amber glow, rain sheeting down the glass walls in silver curtains, the city sprawled out far below like a glittering sea of neon and steel. “One full week of you showing up like clockwork, fucking me stupid, and leaving me sore for my entire shift the next day. You keeping score, Vale, or did you just forget how to stay away?”Damien Vale stood at the edge of the bar, charcoal suit jacket already off and folded neatly over a stool, black shirt open at the throat. His steel-gray eyes locked on Kai with that same hungry intensity that had started all of this, but tonight there was something sharper underneath—something darker, more possessive. Jet-black hair still perfectly styled despite the long day. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek black packet of lube and a condom, sett

“You’re not leaving tonight,” Kai Lennox said the words before he could stop them, voice low and rough as he locked the service door at exactly 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar was hushed, rain still falling in steady silver sheets against the glass, turning the city lights into soft, blurred halos far below. Kai stood behind the counter in his usual tight black button-up, sleeves rolled high, tattoos gleaming under the low amber glow. His ice-blue eyes met Damien’s steel-gray ones with a challenge that felt heavier than the six nights before. “No sneaking out at 2 a.m. like you always do. You stay. Sleep here. In my bed. Or yours. I don’t care which. But you’re not walking out that door before dawn.”Damien Vale paused mid-step, charcoal suit jacket already half-off, broad shoulders tensing under the black shirt. Jet-black hair still perfectly styled despite the long day and the rain. He set his phone on the bar—screen dark for once, no missed calls from Elena lighting it up—and studied Ka