All Chapters of Steamy Encounters: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The final presentation landed better than either of us had any right to expect. The client signed off on every major element, including the centrepiece we had nearly destroyed each other over, and the partners looked almost giddy as they shook hands and talked about future work. Someone suggested a team dinner to celebrate. I almost said no. Brandon’s eyes met mine across the conference table for half a second, and I heard myself agreeing instead.The restaurant was loud, bottles of wine appearing faster than the food. I drank more than I meant to, the edges of the evening softening until the ordinary chatter around the long table felt distant. Brandon stayed mostly quiet beside me, nursing a single glass, watching the room the way he always did. When the night finally wound down and people started calling rides, I stood, and the floor tilted just enough that his hand closed around my elbow.“I’ve got her,” he told the project manager. “She’s on my way.”No one argued. Outside, the co

“You can take the bathroom first if you want,” he said, already turning toward the kitchen to give me space. I thanked him and gathered the change of clothes I always kept in my bag for late nights that ran longer than planned: a long jacket, soft pants, and a thick sweater. Then I stepped into the small bathroom and locked the door. The water came out scalding hot, and I stood under it longer than I needed to, letting the heat sink into my skin. At the same time, I tried not to think about the man on the other side of the wall or the way the blizzard was already swallowing the mountain. When I finally stepped out and dried off, I put every piece of clothing back on: the pants, the long jacket that fell past my hips, the sweater, everything, because the idea of less felt too exposed even though we were strangers forced into the same small space. I came out with my hair still damp and found Theo waiting near the table. He gave me a small nod before taking his own turn in the bathro

We must have fallen asleep still joined like that, because when I woke the cabin was no longer dark and the low hum of the heating system had returned, warm air circulating again while pale morning light filtered through the snow-crusted window. For a long moment I simply lay there feeling the solid weight of Theo behind me, his arm still draped loosely over my waist and his softened cock resting against the mess we had made between my thighs. I shifted carefully, easing myself forward until he slipped free of me with a soft sound that made my stomach tighten all over again, and the slow drag of him leaving my body sent a fresh pulse of heat through me. Once I was free, I sat up and peeled the long jacket the rest of the way off, then the sweater, until I was completely naked in the soft morning light, skin prickling only briefly before the returned heat of the cabin settled over me. It had been so long since I had done anything this reckless, this purely physical and unplanned,

I sat across from Liam at our usual corner table in the little Italian place we always went to on Fridays. I was halfway through telling him about the promotion I had almost gotten at work when he set his fork down, looked at me with a flat expression, and said, “Layla, I think we should break up.”The words landed so hard that for a second I genuinely thought I had misheard him. I blinked, leaned forward a little, and asked, “What the fuck did you just say?”He sighed like I was the one being difficult. “I said we should break up. This isn’t working anymore.”My mouth opened and closed once before I managed, “Why would you break up with me? We were fine yesterday. We were fine this morning. What the hell is going on?”Before he could answer, a girl I had never seen before appeared at the side of the table as if she had been waiting for her cue. She was tall and willowy with long dark hair that fell in perfect waves, and she had the kind of face that made people turn and look twice.

I showed up early the next week, standing outside the studio for a full two minutes before I finally pushed the door open, my stomach tight with nerves the entire time. The little bell above the door chimed, and Kai looked up from where he was already working at one of the wheels. He smiled the second he saw me, easy and unbothered, and said, “Hey, Layla. Right on time again.”I managed a small smile back and answered, “Hi. Yeah, I didn’t want to be late.”He didn’t say a single word about the Instagram like or the late-night message. He just nodded toward the apron hooks and said, “Grab one and come sit. We’re doing something different today.”I tied the apron on and walked over to the wheel he pointed out, sliding onto the stool while he wiped his hands and pulled his own stool a little closer. “Today we’re each going to work on our own piece at the same time,” he explained. “I’m going to throw a tall cylinder while you work on a wider bowl. I’ll talk you through the steps, but I