Mag-log inShare
His Assistant Bent Me Over the Boardroom Table 2
Petsa ng paglalathala:
2026-10-13 23:48:09
Pinakabagong kabanata
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts His Assistant Bent Me Over the Boardroom Table 3
But Theo had already moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the line of Kieran's hip, and words dissolved into a groan that Kieran stuffed against his own arm, embarrassed by how much he needed this — how much he needed him."Look at me," Theo said.Kieran didn't."Kieran." Theo's voice was firm, anchored with the same quiet authority that made him so dangerous in the boardroom — and so devastating here. "Look at me."Kieran looked.Theo held his gaze as he lowered his mouth, and the sight — those dark eyes watching, those lips parting, the wet heat of Theo's tongue — shattered something in Kieran that he'd spent years carefully maintaining. His hand flew to Theo's hair, gripping hard, and Theo moaned — actually moaned, like Kieran pulling his hair was the best thing that had ever happened to him — and the sound undid Kieran completely.It was over too fast. Kieran came with Theo's name on his lips and his hands still fisted in Theo's hair, whole body seizing, vision going wh
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts His Assistant Bent Me Over the Boardroom Table 2
Kieran woke to warm weight draped across his chest and sunlight cutting through the hotel curtains in golden slashes.For one disorienting moment, he didn't remember — and then he did. Every detail. The way Theo's back arched when Kieran's teeth found his shoulder. The sound Theo made when he came apart, Kieran's name breaking into syllables on his tongue. The way they'd collapsed into each other afterward, sweat-slick and trembling, Theo's fingers lazily tracing patterns on Kieran's hip like he was memorizing the shape of him.Kieran's breath caught.He looked down. Theo was still there — still real — cheek pressed to Kieran's chest, arm hooked around his waist, dark hair a disaster against the white sheets. His lips were slightly parted, lashes dark crescents on his cheekbones, and in sleep, all that sharp confidence softened into something that made Kieran's chest ache with a feeling he refused to name.This was a mistake.The thought was automatic. Defensive. And for the first tim
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts His Assistant Bent Me Over the Boardroom Table
The elevator doors hadn't even fully closed before Kieran Voss realized his mistake.He'd hired the wrong man. Or rather — the right man for the job, and the absolute worst man for his sanity.Theo Park stood across the glass-walled conference room on his first Monday morning, tailored charcoal shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark hair falling across his forehead in that deliberately messy way that cost three hundred dollars to look effortless. He was reviewing the quarterly projections Kieran had left on the table, lips moving silently as he read, and Kieran — CEO of a billion-dollar tech firm, a man who'd negotiated hostile takeovers without blinking — forgot how to breathe."Mr. Voss?" Theo glanced up, catching him staring. A slow, easy smile spread across his face. Not nervous. Not deferential. Amused. "You wanted to go over the Vancroft pitch?"Kieran straightened his tie. "Right. Sit down."He didn't sit down. He leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, watching K
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts The Contract 9
The night air was cold and clean, a relief after the cloying warmth of the ballroom. The terrace overlooked the hotel's gardens, formally clipped hedges and winter roses that caught the light from the windows and held it like dark jewels. They were alone—or as alone as two people could be at a gala, with guests visible through the glass and a waiter circling with champagne like a satellite in orbit.Shen Yanting released Ren's elbow and gripped the terrace railing instead, knuckles blanching against the iron."Partner," Ren said."I shouldn't have said that.""Why? Because it's not true, or because you're afraid it is?"Shen Yanting turned, and his face in the half-light was stripped of all pretense—the control, the authority, the implacable mask that made him seem invincible. What remained was a man looking at something he wanted too much, and the wanting made him vulnerable, and the vulnerability made him furious."I don't do this," he said. "I don't—feel. I don't need. I've spent m
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts The Contract 8
The gala was Shen Yanting's idea of hell dressed in silk and champagne.Ren stood at the edge of the ballroom and watched the city's elite circulate around him like ornamental fish in a very expensive tank—women in sequins that caught the chandelier light, men in tailored black that cost more than his mother's annual revenue, all of them speaking in the coded language of money: who was acquiring whom, which fund was bleeding, which heir was squandering his birthright on something tawdry and therefore fascinating.He didn't belong here. The suit on his body—a three-piece thing of midnight blue that Shen Yanting had selected personally, standing too close in the closet, fingers adjusting Ren's lapels with proprietary precision—was impeccable. But the skin beneath it still remembered what it was like to be hungry, and no amount of couture could bleach that particular stain from a man's bones."You're brooding."Shen Yanting materialized at his elbow, two glasses of champagne in hand, loo
Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts The Contract 7
"Ren," Shen Yanting said, his voice perfectly level, "go to our room.""But—""Now."Ren went. He walked down the hallway with his heart in his throat and his mind churning, and he closed the bedroom door behind him and pressed his back against it and breathed.Wen Qiao. The name sat in his chest like a splinter—small, sharp, impossible to ignore. Someone had been here before him. Someone had slept in this bed, worn these clothes, knelt at Shen Yanting's feet. Someone had been claimed and kept and chosen, and then—He left.Why? What had Shen Yanting done, or failed to do? What crack in the arrangement had widened until walking away was the only option? And more importantly—more terrifyingly—could it happen again? Could Ren wake up one day and find that the ground beneath him had turned to air, that belonging was just another word for falling?He didn't hear the front door close, but he heard Shen Yanting's footsteps in the hallway—sharp, clipped, the rhythm of a man containing someth
Maaari mong magustuhan
Claimed by three Alphas
Ozioma20.9K viewsDark Secrets Between Roommates
Nabi22.9K viewsForgive Me Father
Anonymous Lee18.1K viewsDESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER
Theemage18.7K viewsHis beautiful liability
Honeystory280 viewsCrimson oath
Blissful 349 viewsTHE SECRET GAME OF LOVE
FX777717 viewsThe Alpha Who Claimed the Wrong Omega{MM}
Flimxy vic 1.9K views
