Semua Bab Inappropriate Conduct : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter Two — JulianJulian Black didn’t usually make mistakes.He operated on structure, routine, precision. His days were blocked by the hour, his inbox was always clean by noon, and he didn’t forget things. Not names. Not faces.Not Jamie Reyes.He had hoped—naively, maybe—that Jamie wouldn’t remember him.That Friday night had been a lapse. A surrender. One drink too many and two weeks of tension crashing into a hotel room he never intended to revisit. They’d agreed: no names, no follow-up, no strings.It should’ve ended the moment Julian slipped out before sunrise.But now?Jamie Reyes was sitting in his conference room, sipping lukewarm coffee and trying very hard not to meet his eyes. Wearing the same mouth he’d kissed until it was red. The same hands that had gripped the sheets. And a nervous flush that painted his throat like a memory Julian hadn’t asked for—but couldn’t seem to forget.Julian stepped into his office and shut the door behind him, hard enough to rattle the bli

Chapter Four — JulianJulian Black didn’t believe in fate.He believed in structure. Discipline. Forward motion. Systems. He built his career like scaffolding—each promotion, each project, each perfectly filed report—designed to support the image he worked years to create: untouchable.And then Jamie Reyes walked into his office and cracked something in him wide open.Julian had told himself it was over.One night. Done.He’d walked away before dawn, left the hotel without a word, even deleted the address from his phone before the elevator hit the lobby. It was supposed to end there. Neat. Anonymous.But then Jamie appeared at orientation.In a soft blue shirt. With hair that curled near his ears. And a mouth that had once begged him not to stop.Julian remembered that mouth far too well.He also remembered the way Jamie had looked at him across the desk earlier—wide-eyed, flushed, trying so hard to pretend like his world wasn’t shaking.Julian had told him it wouldn’t happen again.I

Chapter Six — JulianJulian knew he should stand up.He should thank Jamie for the walkthrough, walk him to the door, and end the night like a professional.But he didn’t move.Jamie sat across from him, laptop now closed, shoulders tight, eyes flicking between Julian’s and the desk like he was trying to decide whether to run or stay.The air between them had thickened.Too quiet.Too full.Julian’s hands curled slowly into fists in his lap, just to keep them still.“You said it wouldn’t happen again,” Jamie said.His voice was soft. Not accusing. Just… reminding.Julian met his eyes. “I meant it.”Jamie’s lips parted, like he wanted to say something else—but he didn’t.Julian stood then. Slowly. Deliberately.He rounded the desk.Jamie’s breath caught as Julian stopped beside his chair.Too close.Close enough to see the rapid rise and fall of Jamie’s chest. The flicker in his eyes. The pulse ticking just under his skin.Julian shouldn’t.He knew he shouldn’t.But his hand moved anyw

Chapter Eight — JulianJulian should’ve canceled the trip.He should’ve pulled rank, sent someone else, cited a conflict or a double-booked calendar. But he didn’t.Because despite every warning bell in his head—despite three sleepless nights and the memory of Jamie’s breath hitching when he touched his throat—Julian still got on that plane.And now he was standing in the lobby of the executive suite hotel in Chicago, gripping the check-in folder like it personally offended him.“There seems to have been a booking error,” the front desk clerk said, smiling apologetically. “Only one room is confirmed under your agency. King bed, non-smoking. I’m so sorry.”Jamie, standing beside him, stiffened.Julian felt it.Felt the way Jamie’s body registered the words before he said anything.“That’s… not what we requested,” Julian said, voice low, tight. “There were supposed to be two rooms. Two separate—”“I know,” the clerk said, tapping the screen. “It looks like the second room was released t

Chapter Ten — JulianJamie kissed like he’d waited years for it.Desperate. Open. Starved.And Julian—God help him—gave in.No second-guessing this time.No speeches. No warnings. Just hands and teeth and heat.He hauled Jamie closer, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other sliding beneath the hem of his T-shirt. Jamie gasped when their chests touched, and Julian felt the sharp arch of his back, the tremble in his thighs as he settled fully into his lap.His heart slammed against his ribs.This was happening.It was already happening.Jamie was grinding against him, mouth hot and slick, and Julian’s self-control cracked like glass under pressure.His fingers slid up Jamie’s bare spine.Smooth skin. Warm. He dragged his nails lightly just to feel Jamie shudder.Jamie pulled back with a breathless laugh, flushed and wild-eyed.“I thought you said you were sleeping on the floor.”Julian grinned against his mouth.“I am the floor.”Jamie groaned and kissed him again, deeper this