All Chapters of More Than His Touch: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kingsley let his eyelids flutter shut, drawing in a slow, deep breath. Lorenzo’s mouth pressed against the curve of his neck, lips brushing over the warm, flushed flesh in soft, deliberate pecks. His fingers clamped onto the couch cushions, nails sinking into the material as he held himself utterly still.Lorenzo drew away, his gaze locking onto Kingsley’s with a look the younger man couldn’t quite parse—intense, layered, unreadable. The instant Kingsley had craved for months stretched before him now, crashing over him in a torrent of sensations.Desire pulsed through his veins. Yearning tugged at his core. A thrill raced along his skin. A sigh of release escaped his lips. Apprehension knotted in his stomach.Lorenzo’s palm cupped Kingsley’s cheek, fingers tracing a languid path downward. The calloused tips skimmed along his jawline and throat as Lorenzo flicked open the shirt’s top button, then eased him back against the couch with a gentle shove.Lorenzo swung a leg over, settling a

Lorenzo wrapped up, saying, “That’s all for today. Head back to your desks.”Chairs pushed back as people stood and shuffled out. Then Lorenzo added, “Reece? Stick around?”“Sure,” Kingsley replied.He dropped back into his chair at the long table. His eyes stayed on Lorenzo, who stood tall and watched the room empty out bit by bit. Kingsley gazed without hiding it, his heart beating a little faster. He had not talked to Lorenzo since Friday, and now the chance to be alone made his stomach flip.When the last person clicked the door shut, Lorenzo walked over. He pulled out the chair next to Kingsley and sat down.“I kept you because…” Lorenzo stopped, his eyes locking on Kingsley’s face. “I want you to handle talks with Russo Group. Or with who runs their small company.”“Me?” Kingsley’s face went pale, like blood rushed away from his skin. “Why?”“Do you have to ask?” Lorenzo lifted his eyebrows. “You worked so hard on this. It’s a big chance. You earned it.”Kingsley owned that comp

Kingsley’s head spun like a top, the streetlights blurring into streaks as he staggered home. He had left that last drink with Lorenzo unfinished on the bar. He had practically thrown himself at the man, offering an open invite for sex. And Lorenzo’s response? “It’s getting late, I think you should head home now, Mr. Kingsley.” Kingsley gripped his phone tightly, knowing he couldn’t be alone right then. One more bottle might lead to regrets by morning. So, he dialed the one friend who could rein him in.“Come over. Bring Kai too,” Kingsley said the moment Roan answered, his voice rough from the alcohol.“I just got back from work and I’m wiped out. See you tomorrow,” Roan replied, sounding exhausted.“If you come, I’ll let you borrow my car anytime. For the next three months,” Kingsley bargained, leaning against his apartment door.He knew Roan would rush over if he admitted needing a friend. But that wasn’t his way. Plus, Roan obsessed over cars, especially Kingsley’s sleek Rolls Roy

Kingsley’s gaze had nowhere else to wander but to Lorenzo. Lorenzo leaned casually against the elevator wall, his dark eyes locked intently on the other man. Kingsley stood at the opposite end, several feet of space stretching between them like an invisible barrier.The intense stare from Lorenzo stirred memories of that heated night in the office. The same raw desire burned in his eyes, and Kingsley sensed the only restraint holding them back from ripping off each other’s clothes was the small security camera blinking in the corner.Kingsley had plenty of bedroom skills under his belt. Confidence always flowed there for him. Yet, this wave of nervousness hit like nothing before. Every part of Lorenzo twisted his gut in strange ways.Could this be those butterflies folks always mentioned?The elevator chimed softly as it hit Lorenzo’s floor. The boss finally broke his gaze, but he reached out and clasped Kingsley’s hand firmly as they stepped out. He held on tight until they reached t

Kingsley took a deep breath, his knuckles tapping lightly on Lorenzo’s door. Half his mind screamed to turn away, but memories of their night together flickered like movie scenes whenever he shut his eyes. The rush Lorenzo sparked in him… the fire he ignited in his body—Kingsley couldn’t resist returning for another taste.Lorenzo cracked the door open moments later, waving Kingsley inside with a silent gesture before twisting the lock behind him. He still wore his crisp office suit, tie slightly askew from the day’s end. Kingsley’s gaze darted straight to the scotch bottle gleaming on the living room table, two empty glasses standing beside it like sentinels.Lorenzo tilted the bottle, amber liquid splashing into a glass, which he passed to Kingsley. The younger man grasped it without hesitation, the cool surface pressing against his palm.They settled onto the couch cushions, the fabric soft under them. Lorenzo’s face showed clear strain—jaw clenched, eyes distant—as if wrestling an