LOGINKieran swallowed every drop. Then he pressed his forehead against Theo's thigh and breathed, inhaling the scent of him — salt and skin and sex — and felt more grounded than he had in days."Come up here," Theo said weakly. "Let me—""In a minute." Kieran pressed a kiss to Theo's inner thigh, then another, then another — soft, unhurried, a worship of the trembling flesh. "I just want to stay here for a minute."Theo's hand came down to cup the back of his head, fingers gentle. They stayed like that — Kieran kneeling, Theo's hand in his hair, the city lights painting them in silver — and the silence was the kind that healed instead of wounded.Then Theo tugged his hair. "My turn. Get up."Kieran stood, and Theo pulled him into a kiss — tasting himself on Kieran's tongue, groaning at it, hands working Kieran's belt with an efficiency that spoke of practice. "How do you want me?"The question was a gift. Kieran looked at Theo — naked, debauched, still catching his breath — and made a deci
It broke on Thursday.Kieran was working late — alone, the building empty, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing a city that never slept. He was staring at a spreadsheet without seeing it when the door opened and Theo walked in."I thought you went home.""I did. Then I came back." Theo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing a hoodie and jeans instead of his usual office armor. He looked younger like this. Softer. Undone. "You haven't eaten since lunch.""You've been monitoring my meals?""Margot told me." He paused. "She's very worried about you. So am I.""I'm fine.""You're not." Theo crossed the office, rounding the desk, and Kieran's chair swiveled as he approached — not retreating, not advancing, just frozen. "You're destroying yourself over this, and it's unnecessary. I'm not asking you to marry me, Kieran. I'm asking you to let yourself have this — have me — without treating it like a strategic liability.""You are a liability.""And what am I worth to you?" Theo c
They flew back on Friday, and by the time the private jet touched down at Teterboro, Kieran had made a decision.It couldn't happen again.He'd repeated it to himself like a mantra through the entire flight — while Theo sat across from him reviewing contracts, while Theo stretched and his shirt pulled free from his waistband, while Theo looked up and caught Kieran watching and smiled that slow, knowing smile that made Kieran want to cross the cabin and ruin him at thirty thousand feet.It couldn't happen again.Kieran was CEO of Voss Technologies. He had a board of directors to answer to, shareholders to satisfy, a reputation built on control and precision. He didn't sleep with employees. He didn't blur lines. He didn't want people — not like this, not with this sick, consuming hunger that made him careless, that made him weak.Theo Park was a liability. A beautiful, devastating liability who sucked cock like he was born for it and looked at Kieran like he was worth something beyond t
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
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
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







