Ethan Cross stood under the punishing spray of his rainfall shower, palms pressed flat against the cold marble wall, letting the near-scalding water beat down on his shoulders.It had been barely four hours since the stranger left his penthouse, yet every muscle in Ethan’s body was still remembered. The tight, slick heat. The way the man had moaned and pushed back to meet every brutal thrust. The raw, euphoric release that had torn through him like lightning after years of denial.He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. Water cascaded over his broad chest down the defined lines of his abs. His cock tightened at the vivid memory, already half hard again despite how thoroughly he came from last night. Ethan gave in and gripped himself roughly, stroking once, twice before forcing his hand away with a groan. One night of weakness was enough.He had spent the last twelve years building an impeccable public image— Cross media, the distinguished publishing empire his father had left
Last Updated : 2026-05-11
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