All Chapters of UNTAMED DREAMS: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

"Like the worst thing I've ever wanted. Like I'd do it again tomorrow."I cum on his cock with his name in my mouth, his first name, Robert, the name I've heard my father say ten thousand times across ten thousand dinners, and saying it now while he's buried inside me, while he's the furthest thing from the man at the head of that table, tips us both over whatever was left. He makes a wrecked sound and grabs my hips and holds me down and pulses inside me, every bit of his restraint gone in the dark.We lie there after with his hand moving slowly up and down my spine.Neither of us turns the light on."We can't do this again," he says to the ceiling."No," I agree.Neither of us means it, and we both know it. He proves it an hour later, when the city's gone quiet, and I'm half asleep against his chest, and his hand starts moving on my spine again, slower, lower, and he goes hard against my hip in the dark."Again," he says, not a question, and rolls me under him.The second time is not

He stands there a long moment, his shoulders rising and falling as he fights something, then he turns and looks at me, and the professional is gone from his face, and I realize what's underneath has been there the whole time. Three weeks. Behind the wall. He wasn't not seeing me. He was refusing to.He crosses the room, sets the real gun on the nightstand, within reach even now, always within reach, and beside it the drill replica he grabbed off the dresser on his way through, both of them dark on the wood where I can see them. Walks back to the door and lifts it on its bent hinge and wedges it shut as best it'll close."This changes everything," he says, turning back to me. "You understand that. I can't do my job and do this. One of them has to give.""I know.""If I do this, I can't protect you the way I'm supposed to.""I know, Cole." I kneel on the bed and reach for him. "Stay anyway."He breaks loose and comes to me.The kiss is a combustion of the three weeks before it. All the

His hand finds my clit and works it lazily, his mouth dragging over the back of my shoulder, and this one builds slow and low and spreads out through my whole body instead of spiking, and I cum with barely a sound, a long slow spill that goes on and on while he groans into my hair and finishes deep and goes still with his arm locked around me.We fall back asleep tangled like that, and even then he's got one ear on the house. It doesn't switch off, not even now.The nine days after that first night are the ones that change everything, because that's when we stop being frantic and start being deliberate.He moves off the hallway floor and into my bed. He stops ma'am-ing me, mostly, except once, low and on purpose, to watch what it does to me, and what it does is embarrassing. We learn each other. Even wrecked and gasping, he's tracking the exits, control never fully leaving him, and it turns out to be the exact thing I can't get enough of – a dangerous man choosing, every single time,

It starts with a typo.The coffee's gone cold at my elbow, and I'm texting Daniel from Accounts about the review that got bumped to eleven. I mean to type I'll come soon. A sentence about a meeting. The most boring thing one person can send another.Autocorrect has other plans.I hit send without looking, half my brain already in a spreadsheet, and it's a good thirty seconds before the phone buzzes face-up on the desk and I glance down.I'll cum soon.My face goes hot, up the neck and into the ears, and my thumbs are already flying through omg autocorrect I am SO sorry when his reply drops in above it and stops me dead.Promise?I stare at it.The apology sits there unsent, because Promise? is not what Daniel from Accounts says. He says no worries lol. He says did you get the revised figures. He does not say Promise? with a capital P and a question mark I'm reading nine ways in two seconds.A year I've known him. Coffee from the good place on the corner, dry in meetings, funny enough

I'd have dropped down onto my knees on that horrible carpet and put my mouth on you and let you hold my head, and you'd have had to be the quiet one for once while I made you cum in a supply closet at work, and you'd have had to walk back to your desk after knowing I'd just swallowed in the copy room.I read it back once. My heart slams. I send it.The dots come up and vanish and come back, and I watch the grey bubble like my life depends on it, and then:I'm going to need a minute.take your minuteI'm not kidding. I had to put the phone down. you cannot send me things like that at my desk.you started the whole thing with a foot under a table. you don't get to be shocked now.prove you mean it.And there it is, the dare, the same shape as send me proof, and I know exactly what he's asking for. I wait, knee-jumping, until Marcus gets up for the kitchen and the pod empties out around me, and then I angle myself in my chair, back to the aisle, screen between me and the world, and I hik