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“You’re turning me into a fucking addict,” Kai Lennox breathed against Damien’s mouth as they stumbled out of the private elevator and into the penthouse at 11:52 p.m. Eleven nights. The number felt heavier now, more real. Kai’s back hit the wall just inside the door, Damien’s broad body pinning him there instantly. Rain still fell outside, softer tonight, but the storm between them raged harder than ever.Damien’s steel-gray eyes burned as he crowded closer, one thigh shoving between Kai’s legs, pressing up against the hard line of his cock. “Good,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Because I’ve spent the entire day rearranging meetings just so I could be here at exactly this minute. Elena thinks I have a standing ‘personal commitment.’ She has no idea it’s you.”Kai laughed, the sound breaking into a moan when Damien’s mouth latched onto his throat, sucking a fresh mark right below the fading one from Night Nine. “Personal commitment. That’s a fancy way to say you’re addicted to ben

The penthouse was still dark when Kai woke, the soft gray light of pre-dawn filtering through the rain-streaked windows. He was warm too warm wrapped in heavy arms and tangled sheets that smelled like sex, sweat, and Damien’s cologne. For a moment he forgot where he was. Then the ache in his ass, the bruises on his hips, and the solid weight of the man behind him brought everything rushing back.Night Thirteen.He had stayed again.Kai shifted carefully, but Damien’s arm tightened around his waist instantly, pulling him back against a broad, muscled chest. A low, sleepy growl vibrated against the back of his neck.“Going somewhere?” Damien’s voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual, sending a shiver down Kai’s spine.“Bathroom,” Kai lied, though his body was already responding to the press of Damien’s morning-hard cock against his ass. “And maybe coffee. Normal people do that after sleeping over.”Damien’s hand slid down Kai’s stomach, fingers brushing over the phoenix tattoo bef

“You’re late again,” Kai said the moment Damien walked through the service door. His voice was sharper than usual, ice-blue eyes narrowed as he stood behind the bar at exactly 11:52 p.m. The rooftop was quiet, rain drumming steadily against the glass, but the tension in the air felt heavier than the storm outside.Damien paused, charcoal suit jacket slung over one arm, jet-black hair slightly damp. Steel-gray eyes flicked over Kai — tight black button-up half-unbuttoned, phoenix tattoo on full display, jaw set in clear irritation. “Merger negotiations ran long. I couldn’t get out any earlier.”Kai let out a bitter laugh, tossing the rag he’d been holding onto the counter with more force than necessary. “Merger negotiations. Right. That’s the third time this week you’ve used that excuse. Meanwhile, I’ve been standing here like an idiot, watching the clock, turning down every customer who looks at me twice because I’m waiting for you. Fifteen nights, Damien. Fifteen fucking nights of th

“You actually showed up on time,” Kai Lennox said, a hint of surprise coloring his voice as he locked the service door behind Damien at precisely 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar felt smaller tonight, the rain a gentle hush against the glass, neon lights casting long shadows across the polished floors. Kai leaned against the bar, arms loosely crossed, his black button-up unbuttoned just enough to tease the top of the phoenix tattoo. Ice-blue eyes studied Damien with a mix of lingering caution and undeniable relief. “After last night’s fight and the make-up marathon… I half-expected you to bury yourself in work again.”Damien Vale set his charcoal suit jacket on the nearest stool, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to reveal corded forearms. His steel-gray eyes held Kai’s gaze without flinching. “I told Elena no calls after nine. The merger can wait until morning.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to that familiar gravel-rough timbre. “I meant what I said. No more letting it come bet

The penthouse bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the rain-streaked windows. It was well past 1 a.m. on Night Nineteen, and the usual frantic hunger had given way to something quieter, heavier. Kai lay on his back in the center of the massive bed, legs spread wide, Damien moving deep inside him with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.Neither of them had spoken much since they left the bar. The confession from the night before still hung between them — Damien’s cold childhood, the dog, the lessons carved into him like scars. It had cracked something open, and tonight the sex felt different. More exposed. More real.Damien braced himself on his forearms, chest pressed to Kai’s so the phoenix tattoo rubbed between them with every thrust. His steel-gray eyes were darker than usual, shadowed with old ghosts. Sweat beaded on his brow, jet-black hair falling messily across his forehead.“You’re shaking,” Kai whispered, one hand cupping Damien’s jaw, thum