All Chapters of HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Robin's POV"The kiss in the café wasn't enough.Not even close.Christopher pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with want, his breath ragged against my lips.We can't do this here, he whispered, his fingers still tangled in my hair.Then take me somewhere we can.His pupils dilated. Are you sure?I kissed him again, harder this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and longing into it. Does that answer your question?Christopher's control snapped. He grabbed his phone with one hand while the other stayed locked on my hip, keeping me close. His driver answered on the first ring.Pick us up. Now. The café on Fletcher Street.He hung up without waiting for confirmation.We stood there in the back corner of that café, pressed together, breathing hard, neither of us willing to break contact even for a second. Christopher's forehead rested against mine, his hand trembling slightly where it cupped my jaw.Robin, he breathed. If we do this—We're doing this.The drive to

"Robin's POV"The text came on a Thursday afternoon."Need you at the office. Third floor conference room has water damage that needs immediate assessment. Can you come now?"I frowned at my phone. Water damage didn't usually require immediate assessment unless it was actively flooding, and Christopher's message didn't sound urgent. It sounded careful. Calculated.This wasn't about water damage.I texted back anyway. "Be there in twenty."The third floor was quieter than the executive level, mostly storage and older conference rooms that didn't get used often. When I arrived, the hallway was empty.I found the conference room Christopher mentioned. No water damage. No wet spots on the ceiling or walls. Nothing that would require a contractor's immediate attention.I pulled out my phone to text him when I heard footsteps behind me.Robin.I turned. Christopher stood in the hallway, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked at me with an intensity that made my pulse kick

"Christopher's POV"I hated family dinners.They were performances, carefully orchestrated events where everyone played their assigned roles. My father held court at the head of the table, discussing business and politics. My mother smiled graciously and steered conversation away from anything controversial. Sophie sat beside me, the picture of a perfect wife.And I pretended to be happy.But tonight was different. Tonight, Grandma Rose was joining us.Rose Keen was my mother's mother, a woman who'd built her own fortune through smart investments and ruthless business sense. At seventy-five, she was sharper than most people half her age and had a talent for seeing through bullshit that made everyone uncomfortable.Including me.I arrived at my parents' estate right on time, Sophie already there having come early to help my mother with preparations. The house was as imposing as always, all marble and chandeliers and carefully curated art.Christopher, my mother greeted me with a kiss o

"Robin's POV"The job came through Mitchell on a Monday morning.A boutique hotel an hour outside the city needed their entire third floor renovated. Two weeks of work, good pay, lodging included if I wanted it. The kind of opportunity I couldn't afford to turn down.I'm taking it, I told Christopher over the phone.There was a pause on his end. Two weeks?Yeah. Maybe less if I work fast.That's a long time.I know. But it's good money, Christopher. And I need to keep building my portfolio. I can't just work at Golden Anchor Homes forever.He was quiet for a moment. I know. You're right. It's just—Just what?I'll miss you.The simple honesty in his voice made my chest tight. I'll miss you too.Call me every night?Every night, I promised.The hotel was beautiful in that rustic, carefully designed way. All exposed beams and reclaimed wood, with views of rolling hills and a lake that looked like something from a postcard.My room was small but comfortable. I unpacked my tools, set up m

"Robin's POV"I could see it in his face.The exhaustion. The way his shoulders stayed tense even when we were alone. The dark circles under his eyes.We were in a hotel room again, different from the last one but just as anonymous. He'd arrived twenty minutes late, apologizing before he'd even closed the door.Sophie wanted to have dinner with friends. I couldn't get out of it without raising suspicion.It's okay, I told him.But it wasn't okay. Not really.He kissed me like he was drowning and I was air. Desperate. Almost frantic. His hands shook slightly as they moved over my skin.Hey. I pulled back, cupping his face. Slow down.I can't. I only have an hour before I need to get back.An hour.We had sixty minutes before he had to return to his other life. To Sophie. To the penthouse. To pretending he was someone he wasn't.He kissed me again, and I let him. Let him lose himself in this for however long we had.Afterwards, we lay tangled together in the sheets. His fingers traced p