LOGINThe days were beginning to blur into a new kind of rhythm.By Night , the pattern wasn’t just locked it had become their entire world.Kai arrived at Eclipse early that evening, already buzzing with anticipation. He’d spent the day in his tiny apartment with Lila, who kept shooting him knowing looks every time he checked his phone or touched the fresh bruise on his hip. “You’re glowing like a man getting railed every single night,” she’d teased. Kai had flipped her off, but he couldn’t deny the truth.He was glowing.Because every night at 11:47, Damien walked through that service door like he owned the place and owned Kai.Tonight was no different.Damien arrived exactly on time, charcoal suit jacket already unbuttoned, steel-gray eyes finding Kai instantly across the empty bar. The moment
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, soft and golden, cutting across the rumpled sheets. Kai Lennox woke slowly, warm and heavy-limbed, his body deliciously sore in all the right places. Twenty nights of relentless fucking had left their marks — literal bruises on his hips, a constellation of hickeys across his throat and chest, and the ever-present ache deep inside that reminded him exactly who had been inside him just hours ago.He was still in Damien’s bed.Not the couch. Not sneaking out at dawn.He had stayed the entire night. Again.Kai turned his head. Damien Vale lay beside him, sleeping on his stomach, one arm thrown possessively across Kai’s waist even in sleep. Jet-black hair was messy for once, falling across his forehead. The sharp lines of his face were relaxed, making him look younger, almost vulnerable. Broad, powerfu
“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.Damien kicked the door shut behind them, hands already sliding under Kai’s black button-up to map the warm skin and the phoenix tattoo beneath. Steel-gray eyes burned with quiet intensity. “Twenty nights,” he echoed, voice low and rough. “And I still can’t walk past that bar without my cock getting hard at the thought of you waiting for me.”Kai smirked, yanking Damien’s charcoal suit jacket off his shoulders and letting it drop to the marble floor. “Good. Because I’ve been counting too. Every shift, every hour, I’m watching the clock, wondering if tonight you’ll finally admit this stopped being ‘just sex’ a long time ago.”They didn’t make it to t
The penthouse bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the rain-streaked windows. It was well past 1 a.m. on Night Nineteen, and the usual frantic hunger had given way to something quieter, heavier. Kai lay on his back in the center of the massive bed, legs spread wide, Damien moving deep inside him with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.Neither of them had spoken much since they left the bar. The confession from the night before still hung between them — Damien’s cold childhood, the dog, the lessons carved into him like scars. It had cracked something open, and tonight the sex felt different. More exposed. More real.Damien braced himself on his forearms, chest pressed to Kai’s so the phoenix tattoo rubbed between them with every thrust. His steel-gray eyes were darker than usual, shadowed with old ghosts. Sweat beaded on his brow, jet-black hair falling messily across his forehead.“You’re shaking,” Kai whispered, one hand cupping Damien’s jaw, thum
The penthouse was quieter than usual on Night Eighteen. Rain had eased to a soft drizzle, leaving the city lights sharp and glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kai lay sprawled on his stomach across the massive bed, naked and sated after their first round a slow, deep fuck against the glass where Damien had taken him from behind while they both watched the city below. The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him.Damien sat on the edge of the bed, still catching his breath, one hand idly tracing the fiery wings of the phoenix. His steel-gray eyes were distant, jaw tight in a way that had nothing to do with the sex they’d just shared.Kai turned his head, ice-blue eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re thinking too loud again. What’s going on in that billionaire head of yours tonight?”Damien’s fingers paused over the tattoo. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he lay down beside K
“You actually showed up on time,” Kai Lennox said, a hint of surprise coloring his voice as he locked the service door behind Damien at precisely 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar felt smaller tonight, the rain a gentle hush against the glass, neon lights casting long shadows across the polished floors. Kai leaned against the bar, arms loosely crossed, his black button-up unbuttoned just enough to tease the top of the phoenix tattoo. Ice-blue eyes studied Damien with a mix of lingering caution and undeniable relief. “After last night’s fight and the make-up marathon… I half-expected you to bury yourself in work again.”Damien Vale set his charcoal suit jacket on the nearest stool, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to reveal corded forearms. His steel-gray eyes held Kai’s gaze without flinching. “I told Elena no calls after nine. The merger can wait until morning.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to that familiar gravel-rough timbre. “I meant what I said. No more letting it come bet







