All Chapters of HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Robin's POVI took a job painting a bedroom for an elderly couple in the suburbs, the kind of small straightforward work that didn't require much thought, just careful steady hands and attention to detail.The husband had bad knees and couldn't manage the ladder anymore, and the wife wanted the room freshened up before their daughter visited next month. They were kind people, offered me tea and biscuits, talked to me about their grandchildren while I worked.I smiled and nodded and made appropriate responses and tried not to think about anything beyond the next brush stroke.The work helped. Sort of. It kept my hands busy and gave me something concrete to focus on, a task with a clear beginning and end and a visible result I could point to when it was done. But the moment I stopped moving, the moment there was any gap in the activity, everything came rushing back.Christopher. The restaurant. The way he'd looked at me when I walked away.I'd taken three small jobs in the past week. A

Robin's POVI didn't plan to go out that night, but sitting in my apartment alone after leaving Mitchell's felt impossible, and the thought of another evening staring at the walls made my skin crawl.So I went to a club.Not one I'd been to before, not one where I knew anyone or might run into familiar faces, just a place I'd passed a few times and registered as the kind of venue that was always packed on Friday nights. Loud music. Dense crowds. The kind of anonymity that came from being surrounded by strangers who didn't care who you were or what you were trying to forget.I walked in and the bass hit me immediately, the kind of physical sound that vibrated through your chest and made conversation impossible. Perfect.I ordered a drink at the bar and downed it faster than I should have, then ordered another one. Whiskey, neat, because I wasn't here to pace myself. The bartender poured without comment and I paid and moved away from the bar with the glass in my hand.The alcohol hit fa

Christopher's POV The quarterly review meeting went exactly as quarterly review meetings always went, orderly and efficient and entirely predictable. I sat at the head of the conference table and presented the numbers my team had prepared, answered questions from the board with responses I'd rehearsed the night before, acknowledged concerns about the Harlow project timeline and outlined our mitigation strategy. I did it all perfectly. My voice was steady, my presentation clear, my command of the details comprehensive. And the entire time some part of me was somewhere else entirely. My father watched me from his seat at the far end of the table with an expression I couldn't quite read, something between satisfaction and assessment, and when the meeting concluded he gave a small nod that I understood to mean I'd performed adequately. Good work, Michael Vance said as people filed out, clapping me briefly on the shoulder. You seem more focused this week. Thank you, I said. I gathe

Sophie's POVI was driving back from Katherine's place when the memories started playing, the kind of vivid replay that made it difficult to concentrate on the road.It had been weeks now. Weeks of visiting Katherine's house more often than I'd ever visited anyone, more often than was probably reasonable for a friendship, but Katherine didn't seem to mind and I couldn't seem to stop going back.The first time had been with James. That night had opened something in me I hadn't known existed, a hunger I'd spent ten years ignoring because my marriage had taught me that wanting things for myself was pointless.But after James there had been Ethan.Ethan was different from James, leaner but just as confident, with hands that knew exactly where to touch and a mouth that made promises he absolutely delivered on. Katherine had introduced us at one of her dinner parties, and by the end of the evening all three of us had ended up in her bedroom again, and I'd learned that the first time hadn't

Sophie's POV The kiss turned hungry fast, desperate, my breath caught when Tio's hand slid from my face into my hair, fingers tangling tight, pulling me closer, I pressed against him with no hesitation, body already aching for more His other hand moved down my side, over my hip, found the hem of my dress, slipped underneath, fingers traced slow up my thigh, deliberate, teasing, when they reached my panties he paused "Is this okay?" he asked against my mouth "Yes," I breathed His fingers pushed under the fabric, found me soaked, already dripping, he made a low rough sound in his throat "Fuck Sophie," he said, voice gravel, "you're so fucking wet, can't believe this sweet pussy's been starving this long, neglected for years huh, your husband left this cunt untouched, didn't he" His fingers circled my clit, slow, sure, I gasped, hips jerking forward, chasing the pressure, he gave it to me, stroking steady while his mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to mark "Please," I s