Todos os capítulos de Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) : Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

**Chapter 1** The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that sounded far too cheerful for how Alex felt. He stepped out onto the sixty eighth floor of the Vanguard Tower and immediately felt like he had walked into another world. Everything gleamed. Marble floors polished to a mirror shine, glass walls that looked out over the entire city skyline, and the low hum of expensive air conditioning that carried the faint scent of leather and citrus. It was the kind of place that made you stand straighter without even realizing it. Alex adjusted the strap of his leather messenger bag and tried to slow his breathing. First day. Executive assistant to Damian Blackwood himself. The man who ran half the city’s major developments and had a reputation for eating assistants for breakfast. Literally. The last one had lasted three weeks before quitting in tears, according to the gossip on the forums. He glanced down at his phone one last time. The email from HR had been clear. Report to the e

**Chapter 3** The conference call started at exactly eight o’clock the next morning. Alex sat at the long mahogany table in the executive boardroom, laptop open, notes already color coded and ready. Damian occupied the head of the table like he owned the building, which he basically did. Three other senior executives were on the line from different time zones, their voices crackling through the speaker system. On the large screen at the far end, the Henderson board members stared back with varying degrees of discomfort. Alex had spent half the night refining the report. His eyes felt gritty, but his mind was sharp. He had caught another discrepancy at three in the morning, a small one buried in the footnotes, and it changed the entire valuation picture. Damian’s voice cut through the chatter, low and commanding. “Henderson, your Singapore numbers still don’t add up. My team has flagged forty seven million that seems to have walked out the door without a trace. Care to explain befo

**Chapter 5** Alex spent the rest of the morning in a haze. He sat at his desk outside Damian’s office, answering emails and fielding calls like nothing had happened, but every time he shifted in his chair he felt the faint ache in his body and the ghost of Damian’s hands on him. His shirt still smelled faintly like Damian’s cologne. He had changed into a fresh one from the emergency stash he kept in his bag, but the memory lingered. At ten o’clock Damian walked past his desk on the way to a meeting with the legal team. Their eyes met for half a second. Damian’s gaze dropped to Alex’s mouth, then lower, before he looked away and kept walking. No words. No acknowledgment. But the air between them crackled. Alex’s phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. **Unknown:** Conference room B in twenty minutes. Bring the revised Henderson counteroffer. He knew that number. Damian had texted him from it last night when they were coordinating dinner. Alex stood, grabbed the

**Chapter 7** Alex woke to sunlight streaming through the massive windows and the heavy weight of Damian’s arm draped across his waist. For a moment he just lay there, breathing in the scent of expensive sheets and the man still asleep beside him. Last night had been different. Slower. More real. It had felt less like fucking and more like something he didn’t have a name for yet. Damian stirred, pulling Alex closer until their bodies were flush. His voice was rough with sleep when he spoke. “Morning.” “Morning.” Alex turned in his arms and kissed him, slow and lazy. They stayed like that for a while, trading soft kisses and quiet touches until Damian’s hand slid lower and wrapped around both of them. The morning sex was unhurried, almost tender, Damian moving inside him with deep, rolling thrusts while whispering filthy praise against his neck. Alex came with Damian’s name on his lips and stayed wrapped around him long after they finished. By the time they made it to the office i

**Chapter 9** Alex stepped out of the private elevator into Damian’s penthouse carrying the single duffel bag he had packed in a hurry. The city lights stretched out below like a sea of diamonds and the silence of the massive space wrapped around him like a promise. He set the bag down by the couch and exhaled slowly. This was real now. Not stolen moments in locked offices or quick texts after midnight. This was him choosing to stay. Damian followed right behind him, shrugging out of his suit jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair. His eyes never left Alex. “You’re really here. In my home. Not sneaking out before dawn.” “I told you I was done hiding.” Alex turned to face him, heart beating steady for the first time all day. “Whatever comes next, we face it together.” Damian crossed the room in three strides and pulled him in. The kiss started slow, almost reverent, but it deepened fast the way it always did between them. Hands sliding under shirts, bodies pressing close, t