All Chapters of TEACH ME HOW TO BURN (AN MXM SPICY COLLECTION): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 3The bar was loud, crowded, and exactly the kind of place Mike and Kevin usually loved. It had been four days since their intense make-out session on the couch. In that time, the “no strings” arrangement had escalated quickly — stolen handjobs in the shower, late-night frotting while a movie played, Kevin on his knees one morning sucking Mike off with surprising enthusiasm. They still laughed about it, still called each other “bro,” but the air in the apartment had changed. Touches lingered. Eyes held longer.Tonight they were out with a group of mutual friends celebrating nothing in particular. Mike was in his element: tight black t-shirt stretching across his chest, jeans that hugged his thighs, easy laugh carrying over the music. Kevin stayed closer than usual, nursing a beer and trying not to stare too obviously at the way Mike’s arm flexed when he gestured.That was when she appeared.Her name was Lena — tall, confident, with long dark hair and a smile that screamed trou

2Morning didn’t erase last night.If anything, it sharpened every filthy detail.I woke up with his voice still echoing in my bones—low, rough, moaning my name like he owned it. The sun cut through the blinds, reminding me I had a real life to deal with, but my body refused to cooperate. My cock was already half-hard just from the memory of his groans and the wet sound of him stroking himself through the wall.I groaned into the pillow.“This is what happens when you confront hot neighbors at 2 a.m.,” I muttered.I was already running late. I dragged myself up, showered quickly, threw on baggy jeans and a loose tank that showed too much of my chest and shoulders, and rushed into the hallway.And walked straight into a solid wall of trouble.Warm skin. Hard muscle. That same addictive scent I hadn’t realized I’d memorized.I gasped.He steadied me with a firm grip on my waist, like it was the most natural thing in the world.“Careful, princess.”My heart slammed against my ribs.There

4“Oh shit! fuck, Taylor,” Trevor groaned, voice raw and breaking as I worked his thick cock.His grip tightened in my hair—not harsh, not cruel, just desperate. Enough to tell me he was feeling every single second of it. His abs flexed hard under my palms, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. He was getting harder again in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue like his body had already decided it needed more.His head fell back against the couch, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut.“Taylor…” he breathed.My name sounded different now. Less cocky. More reverent. I loved that I could do that to him.I kept my pace slow and deliberate, tongue swirling around the head, taking him deep while I watched every reaction. His stomach tightened. His thighs trembled. His fingers flexed in my hair like he was fighting not to lose control.He looked down at me, and the look in his eyes hit me low in the gut—dark, awed, almost disbelieving. Like he couldn’t believe this was real.“You don’t hav

Chapter 1The fluorescent lights in the open-plan office had dimmed to their nighttime setting, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. Only the glow from two monitors remained, flickering like rival beacons in the silence. It was past 10 PM, and the entire 18th floor of Voss Creative Partners felt like a ghost town—except for the two men who refused to leave.Kael Rivera slammed his mouse down harder than necessary, the sharp click echoing. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone, revealing the sharp line of his collarbone glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from hours of overtime. At 28, he was the youngest project manager on the team, and he wore that fact like armor—sharp suits, sharper tongue, and an even sharper mind that had carried the Eclipse Campaign to the finish line despite every obstacle.Every obstacle named Damien Voss.“Unbelievable,” Kael muttered, staring at the latest round of feedback on his screen. The e

Chapter 3The fluorescent lights on the 18th floor had a way of making everything look slightly sickly after 8 PM. Kael Rivera sat at his desk with his shoulders hunched, staring at the same slide deck he had already revised three times. The bruise on the side of his throat—carefully hidden under a high collar and a thin layer of concealer—throbbed in time with his pulse. Every time he swallowed, he felt it. Every time Damien Voss walked past his cubicle during the day, the memory of that mouth on his skin flared hot and unwanted.They had not spoken about the night before. Not really. Damien had sent two professional emails about the Eclipse Campaign. Kael had replied with equally professional answers. In the hallway they had passed each other once, close enough that Kael caught the scent of Damien’s cologne and felt his stomach drop. Damien’s gaze had flicked to the collar of Kael’s shirt for half a second too long before he looked away.That was all.It should have been enough. It