로그인Chloe left just after seven, rolling bag trailing behind her as she kissed Ryan on the cheek and told Ava to lock up properly. The front door clicked shut. The house settled into an unfamiliar quiet.Ava stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Ryan pour himself a glass of water. He drank half of it in one go, his throat working, then set the glass down and looked at her. The air between them felt thicker than it had any right to.“You want something to drink?” he asked.She shook her head. “I’m fine.”He nodded once and walked past her toward the living room. She followed without deciding to. They sat on opposite ends of the couch at first. The television stayed off. Conversation came in short pieces—work, the heat, how Chloe always overpacked. Every few minutes their eyes met and held a second too long.Ava shifted closer under the pretence of reaching for the remote that wasn’t there. Her thigh brushed his. Neither of them moved away. Ryan’s hand rested on his knee, his fingers flexi
Marcus had grown less careful.The near miss happened on a Thursday. Daniel was on his knees under the desk, mouth stretched around the thick cock, when the outer door of the suite opened without warning. Footsteps crossed the carpet. Marcus’s hand tightened in Daniel’s hair, holding him still and silent while he continued the call as if nothing were wrong. The colleague stood just outside the glass wall for nearly a minute, speaking through the open doorway about a contract revision. Daniel’s throat worked around the length filling it. Marcus’s voice never wavered. Only when the footsteps finally retreated and the outer door closed again did Marcus release the hold and finish in long, controlled pulses down Daniel’s throat.After that, the dynamic shifted. Marcus stopped pretending the arrangement was temporary.On Friday night the floor emptied earlier than usual. Marcus locked the door, took Daniel by the wrist, and walked him straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked
Marcus kept the arrangement simple and absolute. Every evening after the last lights on the floor went dark, the door locked and Daniel presented himself without needing to be told twice. Some nights it was efficient—Daniel on his knees beneath the wide desk while Marcus took a late call, the thick cock sliding in and out of his mouth in slow, controlled thrusts while Marcus’s voice stayed perfectly even on the line. Other nights it was the private elevator after a client dinner, Marcus pinning him hard against the mirrored wall, kissing him open-mouthed and filthy while one hand worked Daniel’s cock in tight, relentless strokes until the young man came shaking against him, his teeth gritted to stay quiet.Daniel began arriving already half-hard. He hated it. He hated the way his body reacted the moment he heard Marcus’s voice across the open plan, the way his pulse jumped when their eyes met in a meeting, the way his cock twitched before his mind could form an objection. He told him
Marcus waited until the last light on the floor went dark. Only then did he stand, cross the carpet, and turn the lock with a quiet finality. Daniel remained by the desk, his hands at his sides, already knowing what the sound meant.“Come here.”Daniel moved. Marcus did not bother with preamble. He opened his trousers, freed the heavy length that had been pressing against the fabric all evening, and guided Daniel down by the shoulder. The younger man sank to his knees on the thick carpet. Marcus rested one hand against the back of Daniel’s head and fed himself forward in a single, deliberate push. Heat and wet pressure closed around him. Daniel’s lips stretched wide; his tongue pressed flat along the underside as Marcus rolled his hips, taking the mouth in slow, thorough strokes. Spit soon gathered at the corners of Daniel’s mouth and slid down his chin. Marcus watched every inch disappear and reappear, felt the soft constriction of the throat each time he pressed deeper, and kept th
I stood in front of his door for a full minute before I knocked.The hallway was silent. Most of the wedding guests had already gone to bed. My heart beat so hard I could feel it in my throat and in the tips of my fingers. I almost turned around when the door flew open.Ezekiel stood there in a plain black T-shirt and dark pants. His eyes moved over my face, then down the short silk robe I had thrown on. He didn’t speak. He simply stepped aside so I could enter.The door closed behind me with a soft click.For a long moment we only looked at each other. The air between us felt heavy with three years of unfinished things and the knowledge that we had no right to start anything new.“Raina is three floors down,” I whispered.“I know.”“This will destroy her if she ever finds out.”“I know that too.”He still didn’t move closer. He was giving me one last chance to leave. I hated that I stayed.I crossed the space between us and kissed him.The first touch of his mouth was slow and carefu
I almost turned the car around twice on the drive to the venue.The wedding was for my cousin, but the only person I kept thinking about was Ezekiel. I hadn’t seen him in three years. Three years since we ended things. Three years since I told myself I was over him. And now he was coming as Raina’s boyfriend. My younger sister.I parked, smoothed my dress, and walked toward the garden entrance. Soft music played. Guests milled around with drinks. I spotted Raina first—laughing, glowing, her hand tucked into the arm of the man standing beside her.Ezekiel.He looked the same and completely different at the same time. Taller than I remembered somehow. Broader in the shoulders. The same dark eyes that used to look at me like I was the only person in the room. Those eyes found me across the lawn and stopped.For a second neither of us moved.Raina followed his gaze and waved me over with a bright smile. “Hannah! You made it.”I walked toward them on legs that felt less steady than they sh







