All Chapters of Addicted To His Touch {AN MM COLLECTION}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The dive bar smelled like old beer and wet wood. Evan was behind the counter wiping down pint glasses when he saw him.Adrian Cross.He was at the far end of the bar, sitting alone, black shirt open just enough to show a line of skin at his throat. No suit tonight but still sharp enough to make everyone else in the room look like background noise. His eyes were on Evan. Same as before. Not casual. Not passing. Just locked there.Evan tried to ignore him. He poured drinks, smiled at regulars, pretended not to notice that every time he glanced up Adrian was still watching.An hour in, Evan went out the back door into the narrow alley for a smoke. The air was damp and smelled like the city. He lit up and took a long drag, letting the smoke curl out slow.He heard footsteps. Slow, deliberate.“You’re following me now?” Evan asked without looking.“I was bored,” Adrian’s voice came from behind him. “And I wanted better company.”Evan turned, leaning against the wall. “You don’t even know m

Evan’s knees were already warm from the thick carpet, but his skin felt hot for a different reason. Adrian hadn’t moved for almost a full minute, just standing there looking down at him, wine glass in hand like Evan kneeling was nothing unusual.“You’re fidgeting,” Adrian said softly.“I’m not.”“You are,” Adrian replied. “And you’re going to stop.”Evan’s jaw worked, but he stayed still. His eyes flicked up, meeting Adrian’s for just a second before sliding away.“Good,” Adrian murmured. He set the wine glass aside and stepped forward until his shoes brushed Evan’s knees. “Hands behind your back.”Evan hesitated. Adrian’s brows lifted a fraction, and Evan obeyed, fingers locking loosely behind him.“That’s better,” Adrian said, his voice low but edged with command. “Now you look like you belong there.”Evan’s pulse jumped. “I don’t belong—”“You do,” Adrian cut in, calm and sure, like there was no point arguing.He reached down, unfastened his belt with slow, deliberate motions, and

The office was too quiet for this late at night. No phones ringing. No footsteps in the hall. Just the low hum of the city through the glass walls and the slow tick of the silver clock above the door.Michael sat at the far end of Clara Voss’s desk, his laptop open, posture straight, tie still perfectly knotted even though it was almost midnight. He typed with precision, eyes locked on the glowing screen.Clara leaned back in her chair, swirling the last inch of whiskey in her glass. She watched him over the rim like a cat studying something it might pounce on.“Still here?” she asked finally. Her voice was low and smooth, the kind that slid under the skin.“You wanted the investor report on your desk by morning,” he said without looking up.“And you always do what I want?”“It’s my job.”Her mouth curved into a faint smile. “I can think of other things you could be doing for me.”His fingers hesitated over the keys. “Clara—”She tilted her head. “What? Going to tell me again that you

Michael’s eyes were wide, frozen to the spot. He had walked in on plenty of things in his life, but this — Clara bent over the bar, Daniel still inside her, both of them flushed and breathing hard — stopped him cold.Clara didn’t flinch. She straightened slowly, Daniel’s hands still resting heavy on her hips, and turned to look at Michael with a smile that was all heat and provocation.“Close the door,” she said.He didn’t move.“Now.” Her tone left no room for argument.Michael’s fingers twitched at his side before he reached back and shut it, the latch clicking into place. He stayed by the door, uncertain, the weight of Daniel’s steady gaze adding to his discomfort.“Come here.” Clara’s voice was softer now, but it had that dangerous pull he knew too well.He took a step, then another, stopping a few feet away. His eyes darted to Daniel, then back to her. “Clara… I don’t—”She cut him off with a smile that was almost kind. “Sit.” She pointed to the bar stool.Michael hesitated, but

The sweat-slick heat of their tangled bodies filled the room, every gasp and groan pulsing between them like electricity. Clara’s pussy clenched around Michael’s thick cock, her wet heat a fire burning straight through him. Daniel’s fingers fucked her mercilessly, curling deep inside her dripping slick, making her arch into their rhythm with a hunger that matched theirs.Michael gritted his teeth, gripping Clara’s hips tight as he slammed into her harder, chasing the burn of pleasure and the ache of need. “Fuck, Clara… you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”Clara’s breath hitched, her lips parting in a desperate moan. “You’re going to make me come, Michael. Right here, right now.”Daniel growled low behind her, lips nipping the shell of her ear as he pumped two fingers deeper into her dripping pussy. “You like being claimed like this, don’t you? Filled by us, watched, used…”Clara whimpered, rocking her hips back hard against Daniel’s hand, then thrusting down on Michael’s cock. “Yes,