8

The suite door clicked shut behind me as I stepped inside with the second tray. The air felt thicker than before, heavy with the faint trace of whatever had been in that drink and the low hum of the city far below. Stellan stood near the balcony doors, his back to me at first, shoulders tense like he was holding something fragile together.

He turned when I set the tray down, his eyes tracking me with that same unfocused intensity from earlier. The room spun a little at the edges for both of us, the drug making everything feel slightly off, like the floor tilted just enough to keep us unsteady.

“You came back,” he said, voice rough around the edges.

“Part of the job.” I arranged the plates the same careful way as before, but my hands trembled slightly on the silverware. The pull toward him sat heavy in my chest alongside the guilt of knowing Shane waited at home. Wrong because I was married. Right because my body had already decided it needed this.

I assumed the strange mix came from the late hour and the way the gala had everyone on edge. Nothing more.

He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him. His fingers brushed my jaw, then slid up into my hair, tugging the tie free until dark waves fell messy around my shoulders. The kiss hit hard. No slow build. His mouth claimed mine, hungry and demanding, while his hands gripped my waist pulling me flush against him.

I kissed him back just as fierce, tasting the faint edge of whatever had been in that drink on his tongue. Heat flooded between my legs instantly. I grabbed his shirt and yanked it open, buttons scattering across the floor.

We moved toward the balcony doors without breaking apart. Cool night air rushed over us as he slid them open. The city lights glittered far below but nothing felt real except the way his body pressed against mine. He backed me against the wide railing and deepened the kiss until I couldn’t think straight.

My uniform jacket came off first, then his shirt. Skin met skin and the contrast made me gasp. It felt wrong to want this so much. Right because my body had forgotten what it was like to be touched without calculation.

He lifted me onto the wide ledge seating and I wrapped my legs around him instinctively. The position left me open and exposed to the night air and to him. He paused with the head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance, breathing hard.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said. His voice sounded strained like the words cost him.

I didn’t tell him to stop. Instead I rocked my hips forward taking him in inch by inch. The stretch burned sweet and overwhelming.

A low sound escaped my throat at the fullness. We stayed like that for a moment just breathing together. It felt too good and too dangerous at once. Wrong because I was married. Right because this was the first time in years I wasn’t shrinking myself to fit someone else’s expectations.

He started moving then. Slow deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. I clung to his shoulders nails digging in as pleasure built fast and messy.

The city hummed far below but up here it was only his breath on my neck and the slick sound of our bodies meeting. I met each thrust rocking against him chasing the rising heat. My hair fell loose around us brushing his chest with every movement.

“Fuck you feel perfect,” he groaned pressing deeper. One hand gripped my thigh holding me steady while the other tangled in my hair.

The words sent another wave through me. I came hard clenching around him with a cry I tried to muffle against his shoulder.

The orgasm crashed through me leaving my legs shaking. He kept fucking me through it chasing his own release. His rhythm turned erratic hips stuttering. “Adeline—fuck—”

He slammed deep one final time and came with a guttural groan. Hot pulses of cum flooded inside me filling me until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs. We stayed locked together afterward breathing hard against each other. His arms stayed around me like he wasn’t ready to let the moment slip away.

I traced idle patterns on his back feeling the sweat cool on our skin. The scarf lay forgotten inside on the chair. My hair hung loose and wild around us.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly running a hand down my spine.

“Overwhelmed.” I didn’t elaborate. The truth sat too heavy. This had felt like breathing for the first time in years and that terrified me more than anything waiting at home.

He kissed my temple and held me tighter. “Stay a while longer. The world downstairs can wait.”

I knew I couldn’t. Shane’s messages would have piled up by now and the shift still had time left. But I lingered anyway letting him run his fingers through my loose hair while the night air brushed over our bare skin. His heartbeat steadied under my cheek. I assumed this would be a one-time strange encounter.

A glitch caused by the late hour and the way both of us had needed something real for a moment. Nothing that would follow either of us out of this suite. The silence stretched between us full of things neither of us said.