All Chapters of ONE NIGHT,EVERY NIGHT : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

 Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, soft and golden, cutting across the rumpled sheets. Kai Lennox woke slowly, warm and heavy-limbed, his body deliciously sore in all the right places. Twenty nights of relentless fucking had left their marks — literal bruises on his hips, a constellation of hickeys across his throat and chest, and the ever-present ache deep inside that reminded him exactly who had been inside him just hours ago. He was still in Damien’s bed. Not the couch. Not sneaking out at dawn. He had stayed the entire night. Again. Kai turned his head. Damien Vale lay beside him, sleeping on his stomach, one arm thrown possessively across Kai’s waist even in sleep. Jet-black hair was messy for once, falling across his forehead. The sharp lines of his face were relaxed, making him look younger, almost vulnerable. Broad, powerfu

Damien arrived at exactly 11:47 p.m., the service door clicking shut behind him with a soft finality that made Kai’s stomach flip. In one hand he carried a sleek black paper bag from Kai’s favorite late-night Thai place the one with the perfect drunken noodles and extra spicy basil beef that Kai had mentioned only once, weeks ago, in passing.Kai straightened behind the bar, ice-blue eyes widening slightly. “You brought food?”Damien set the bag on the counter, steel-gray eyes warm in the low amber light. “You said you barely eat during shifts. Figured you might be hungry before I ruin you for the night.” His voice was low, rough, but there was an unfamiliar gentleness underneath it. “Twenty-three nights. Thought we could try something new.”Kai’s smirk was soft, almost shy. He flipped the lock, killed the main lights, and rounded the bar. “Careful, Vale. Keep doing sweet shit like this and I might start thinking you actually like me.”They didn’t fuck immediately.Instead, they carri

“You’re going to get us caught one of these nights,” Kai Lennox whispered, voice already husky with anticipation as Damien pulled him into the private service elevator at exactly 11:47 p.m. The rooftop bar was silent behind them, lights dimmed, the last patron long gone. Kai’s back hit the mirrored wall the second the doors slid shut, Damien’s broad body crowding him in instantly.Damien’s steel-gray eyes burned with dark hunger. “Then be quiet,” he growled, one big hand already sliding up to cover Kai’s mouth. His other hand yanked Kai’s black button-up open, buttons scattering across the elevator floor. “I’ve been thinking about this tight little hole all day. I’m not waiting until we get upstairs.”Kai’s moan was muffled against Damien’s palm as the elevator began its smooth ascent. The mirrored walls reflected them from every angle two desperate bodies pressed together, city lights streaking past the glass panel in the doors. Damien’s charcoal suit jacket was already discarded som

Damien arrived at Eclipse at 11:47 p.m. on the dot, but something was different tonight.He wasn’t wearing the usual charcoal or navy suit. Instead, he had changed into a simple black button-down and dark jeans still expensive, still perfectly tailored, but noticeably more casual. In his hand was a small overnight bag.Kai noticed immediately.He was wiping down the bar when Damien stepped through the service door and locked it behind him. Ice-blue eyes narrowed as he took in the bag and the absence of the usual power suit.“You’re not in a suit,” Kai said, tossing the rag aside. “And you’re carrying luggage. What happened to the big investor dinner you mentioned yesterday?”Damien crossed the floor, dropped the bag on a stool, and pulled Kai into his arms without answering right away. He kissed him slow and deep, one hand cupping the back of Kai’s neck, the other sliding down to rest possessively over the phoenix tattoo through his shirt.When they finally broke apart, Damien rested

The penthouse bedroom was quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the windows and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing.Kai lay sprawled on his back across the rumpled sheets, chest still heaving, the phoenix tattoo glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and cum. Damien was half on top of him, forehead pressed to Kai’s shoulder, one arm draped heavily across his waist as if he couldn’t bear to let even an inch of space come between them.Neither of them had moved to clean up yet. The air smelled like sex, sweat, and the faint trace of Damien’s cologne. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only came after twenty-nine nights of learning exactly how the other liked to be ruined.Kai stared at the ceiling, fingers idly tracing the ridges of Damien’s spine.“I hate this,” he said suddenly, voice quiet but raw.Damien lifted his head, steel-gray eyes searching Kai’s face in the low light. “Hate what?”Kai swallowed, his ice-blue eyes flicking away for a moment before re