All Chapters of CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter One After Hours At 11:38 p.m., I was still sitting behind my desk on the twenty-sixth floor, staring at the same spreadsheet I'd been fighting with for almost an hour. I was pretty sure everyone else had gone home by now. The city stretched beyond the glass walls in a sea of headlights and glowing windows, and from this high up, everything looked small enough to control. Unfortunately, my spreadsheet had other ideas. I rubbed my tired eyes and stared at the numbers blurring across the screen, knowing that one stupid decimal in the quarterly projections could throw off the entire report. I dragged the cursor back to the column and checked it again, then a third time, hoping the mistake would somehow disappear. Instead, my stomach growled loudly enough to remind me that I'd been working for nearly five hours without eating. "Fantastic," I muttered, leaning back in my chair. My phone sat beside

 I followed Adrian into his office, the soft glow from his phone guiding us through the darkness. Without the overhead lights, the room felt unfamiliar. The enormous windows had turned into black mirrors, reflecting our silhouettes back at us, and the usual polished atmosphere of the executive floor had disappeared. Adrian set my laptop on the edge of his desk before turning toward me. "You can sit." I hesitated for a second before taking the leather chair opposite his desk. He remained standing, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "Are you nervous?" The question caught me off guard. "About being trapped in a building with my boss? A little." His mouth twitched. It was the first genuine hint of amusement I'd seen from him. "You've never been afraid of me before." I stared at him. "Who sa

 Don't Move The door opened slowly. I felt Adrian's arm tighten around me before I could even think about moving. His body was pressed against mine, solid and warm, his chest rising steadily against my back while every instinct in me screamed to turn around and look at him. I didn't. The darkness beyond his office was absolute. Someone stepped inside. One slow footstep. Then another. My heartbeat was so loud I was certain whoever had entered could hear it. Adrian's hand shifted from my wrist to my waist, holding me firmly against him. His other hand remained hidden near the desk drawer, ready for whatever came next. I could feel his breath against the side of my head, controlled and measured despite the tension running through his body. The footsteps stopped.

The message glowed on Adrian’s phone like a threat written in light.WE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.Neither of us spoke for several seconds. The only sound in the hidden lounge was our breathing and the distant hum of the building’s emergency systems struggling somewhere below.Adrian locked the screen and slipped the phone into his pocket. His hand never left mine.“They shouldn’t know about this room,” he said quietly. “Very few people do.”I looked at the door we had just locked. “Then someone close to you is involved.”His jaw tightened. He didn’t deny it.Instead, he guided me further into the lounge, away from the entrance, and sat me on the leather sofa. He didn’t sit beside me immediately. He checked the manual lock again, then the small ventilation panel near the ceiling, moving with the same controlled precision he used in board meetings. Only when he was satisfied did he return and lower himself next to me.The cushions dipped under his weight. Our shoulders almost touched.“You sh

 Adrian’s arms were still locked around me from behind, his chest solid against my back, his breath warm against the side of my neck. Every slow stroke of his thumb across my stomach sent another pulse of heat lower. The careful restraint he had been holding onto all night was fraying. I could feel it in the tension of his body, in the way his fingers occasionally flexed against my skin as if fighting the urge to take more. I turned in his arms. The movement brought us face to face, knees pressed together on the sofa. Adrian’s eyes were dark, almost black in the low light. His jaw was tight. When I lifted my hand and rested it against the side of his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse, something in him finally gave way. He kissed me hard. There was no careful testing this time. His mouth claimed mine with raw hunger, one hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head while