All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

FredI couldn’t stop thinking about him.After I left that room, I tried—God, I really did. I paced around mine like a lunatic. Took a cold shower. Even touched myself, hoping to shut it all off, to find relief, to feel normal again.But nothing worked.Nothing could kill the image of Rafael's smirk, the way his voice dipped when he teased, or the taste of that kiss still lingering on my tongue like sin.I was hard. Rock hard. And not because of Wendy. Not even remotely.Something was wrong with me.I told myself I just needed answers. That’s all. Closure. Maybe confrontation. I was pissed off about how Rafael and Wendy suddenly left the restaurant, about how I was left behind like a forgotten bag of trash.But that wasn’t the full truth, was it?No. The truth was—I wanted him. I wanted to see him, feel him, ask him what the fuck he did to me and maybe, just maybe, let him do it again.So I got dressed, still half hard and frustrated, and found myself at his door.And now… here I am.

FredI woke up to pain. Not the usual "ugh, it's another workday" kind of pain. This was sharp, throbbing, and rude—as if someone had tried to rearrange my damn spine in my sleep. My head felt like it had been stomped on. I groaned, dragging myself upright and clutching my forehead like it might help hold the spinning together.Then the memories hit.Slowly at first. A kiss. Moaning. Fingers. Mouth. Rafael."Oh my goodness…" I whispered, eyes widening as the full reel of last night played in my head like some forbidden adult film.What the hell was that?I ran a hand through my hair, heart racing.It was just an experiment. A stupid, reckless, hot-as-hell mistake. I didn’t mean for it to get that far. I’m not even gay… am I?I shook my head quickly, standing up. No time to spiral over my sexuality—I’m late. And not just a little late. The kind of late that could get me fired. The CEO at our company was allergic to lateness. The kind of man who fired people just for sneezing five minut

RafaelI walked into the staff room, still a little dazed from earlier. My lips were tingling, my jaw ached in a good way, and I could still taste Fred on my tongue.God. I really needed to focus.This wasn’t the Creative Development department where Fred and Wendy worked. No, I got tossed into the Digital Infrastructure team. It was quieter, colder, full of buzzwords and weirdly serious people who acted like we were building satellites or hacking into something illegal. I wished I was with Fred. I’d give anything to be in that space with him again, close enough to touch. Just to see if he’d flinch. Or maybe if he'd lean in this time.I barely settled in when one of the girls from the team — I think her name was Carla or Cara or something like that — walked over with a bunch of papers.“I need you to handle these,” she said, already turning like she had better places to be. “Photocopy the ones with the green dot and shred the ones with the red dot.”“Got it,” I said.I actually meant

FredI watched, frozen, as Rafael leaned in closer… and closer… and closer. My heart was thudding so loudly I swore he could hear it. My breath hitched. The space between us was barely there — just a whisper between mouths.Then, bam! My hand pressed against his chest, shoving him back just before his lips could crash into mine.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I barked, my voice shaky, harsher than I intended.His eyes didn’t flinch. “I’m sorry... but I... I can't just control it.”And before I could even register what was happening, he yanked me forward by the neck and slammed his lips against mine.I froze. For a second, my mind blanked.His tongue shoved into my mouth, hungry and rough. His hands gripped my face, like he’d been starving and I was the goddamn feast. The sounds — the soft, wet suck of lips, the sharp breath between us — filled the quiet office space.And worse? My lips… responded.I kissed him back.What the fuck.My body shivered, traitorous and warm all

RafaelMy fingers trailed lower... down the softness of his inner thigh, over that warm, sensitive skin. And then I found him.Hard.Twitching.Desperate.As soon as I wrapped my hand around his cock, Fred let out a broken moan and clutched my shoulders. Fuck—his fingers dug into me like he needed something to hold on to or he'd fall apart.I didn’t make a sound.I just watched him.Watched the way his head tilted back, lips parted, eyes fluttering half-shut. That perfect mix of pleasure and surrender playing across his face—like he was unraveling for me. Because of me.God… it made me ache.Just watching him like that had my cock throbbing with the kind of tension that made my vision blur. My strokes were slow but firm, dragging from the base all the way up, then twisting just beneath the head the way I knew would wreck him.Fred whimpered. Then moaned louder. His hips started to buck.And when our eyes met—those wide, wet, pleading eyes, I felt something snap in me.Because the next