CHAPTER 1- cum for you

Logan Wale paced around his office like a Man on heat. He stopped at some point to stare through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering city below.He was pissed, and rightfully so. He'd single handedly built his company from the ground up and at thirty six, he'd been named one of the top CEOs in his country.But with having board members as influential as Thorne Smith, some decisions were forced on him. And it was fucking irritating! A personal assistant. For six fucking months. And not just any assistant, it was the spoiled son of his biggest share holder Thorne Smith. He'd met him a few times and the dude had always made it his duty to subtly tease him.The door opened behind him without a knock. Logan turned slowly, his expression already annoyed and irritated.Damon Thorne sauntered in like he owned the place. Twenty-seven, sinfully beautiful, with tousled dark hair that looked freshly fucked, sharp cheekbones, and full lips currently curved in a lazy smirk. He wore a ta

CHAPTER 2- TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP

The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again.By nine o’clock, Damon strolled in wearing another sinful outfit, a crisp light blue shirt that hugged his lean, toned torso and dark trousers that looked almost painted on. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the delicate bop of his Adam's apple.“Morning, Mr. Wale,” Damon said cheerfully, setting a coffee on Logan’s desk. “Black, two sugars. Just how you like it.”Logan didn’t look up from his monitor. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”“You didn’t have to.” Damon leaned over the desk to place a folder down, deliberately giving Logan a close view of his chest and the smooth skin disappearing into his shirt. “Thought I’d be useful. Since I’m here to serve and all.”The word “serve” lande

CHAPTER 3- WANT TO TOUCH MY COCK?

Logan Wale slammed the door of his penthouse behind him, the sound echoing through the empty marble foyer. It was barely nine-thirty at night, but the day had been torture. Every time Damon had walked past his office, every lingering glance, every teasing smile had chipped away at his sanity. He refused to let that spoiled brat get under his skin any deeper.“This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself as he loosened his tie and poured a glass of whiskey. “I’ve been working too damn hard, I'm getting sexually frustrated and sex-starved, nothing more.”He needed a woman tonight. Soft curves, sweet perfume, a warm and willing cunt that would remind him exactly what he liked. No more confusing thoughts. No more hazel eyes or sharp cheekbones haunting him.Thirty minutes later, Logan stepped into Eclipse, one of the city’s most exclusive private clubs. The bass of the music pulsed through his chest as the hostess led him to a VIP booth in a dimly lit corner. Low crimson lighting bathed e

CHAPTER 4- FUCK YES... DON'T STOP NOW

Logan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base to tip, watching as a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and trickled down over his thumb.Damon let out a shaky, needy moan that echoed softly in the marble bathroom stall. “Fuck… yes, Mr Wale,” he breathed, hips twitching forward. “Just like that. Don’t stop now… your hand feels so good on me.”The sound of his name in that wrecked, desperate voice sent a forbidden thrill racing down Logan’s spine. He stroked again, slower this time, feeling every inch, every ridge.Wait! What the hell am I doing? Logan thought, staring at his own hand moving on another man’s cock. This wasn’t him. He had never touched another man like this. Never wanted to. Yet here he was, in a public bathroom sta

CHAPTER 5- I'M SO NEEDY FOR YOU

The rain was relentless.Heavy sheets of water slammed against the windshield as Logan drove through the darkened streets. His jaw was locked tight, hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. He hadn’t planned on offering Damon a ride. But when he saw the young man standing under the building’s shade, soaked to the bone with no car in sight, something twisted in his chest, and his cock.Damon sat soaked to the bone. His white shirt had turned completely see-through, clinging to his toned chest. His dark nipples were hard and clearly visible, begging for attention. Water ran down his neck , through his chest and disappeared into the waistband of his tight black trousers.Logan kept his eyes strictly on the road.The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the violent drumming of rain on the roof and the rhythmic sweep of the wipers.After nearly ten minutes, Damon shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under him.“Yo

CHAPTER 6- YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME

The drive to Gideon’s penthouse was silent except for the rain still drumming against the car. Gideon’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He didn’t say a word as he pulled into the private underground garage, nor when they rode the elevator up. The moment the penthouse door slammed shut behind them, however, the last thread of his control snapped.Gideon grabbed Lucien by the throat and slammed him back against the door, kissing him like he wanted to devour him. It was brutal, all teeth and dominance. He bit Lucien’s lower lip hard enough to draw a whimper, then shoved his tongue inside, claiming his mouth completely.“You fucking ruined me,” Gideon growled against his lips, voice dark and ragged. “This is your fault.”He ripped Lucien’s already half-destroyed shirt open, buttons scattering across the marble floor. In seconds, he had Lucien stripped naked, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. Gideon spun him around roughly, pressing his chest against the cold door.