Todos os capítulos de EXPLICIT DESIRES: RAW HEAT: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 1I was three days away from sleeping in my car when Kai offered me the room.Not out of kindness. Kai didn’t do kindness. He did calculated favors that always came with a price.I stood in the middle of his penthouse with my backpack still hanging off one shoulder, trying not to look as fucked as I felt. The place was quiet in that expensive way — thick carpets, soft lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows that made the city look like it belonged to him. Everything smelled clean and cold, like money that never had to worry about rent.Kai leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed over a black T-shirt that fit too well. He watched me the same way he used to watch me across the lecture hall last semester — like he already knew I was going to mess something up.“Spare room is yours,” he said. Voice low. Steady. No smile. “But there are rules.”I nodded too fast. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll take it.”He didn’t move. “You’ll sign something first.”That should have stopped me. Any norma

Chapter 3 I cleaned up. Hands still shaking. Face still hot. The toy rinsed and put back in the silk bag like nothing had happened. I pulled my sweatpants up, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror for a long second. I looked wrecked. And I still walked out to the living room. Kai was on the couch, laptop open on the coffee table, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. He didn’t look up when I stopped a few feet away. “Closer.” I moved closer. He closed the laptop, set it aside, and finally lifted his eyes to mine. There was no heat in them. No rush. Just calm, focused attention that made my stomach twist. “Turn around.” I did. “Hands on the back of the couch.” My palms met the cool leather. I heard him stand. Heard the soft shift of fabric as he moved behind me. He didn’t touch me yet. Just stood close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. “You followed instructions well,” he said. Voice low. Almost conversational. “But you still cam


Story 2: Office HeatChapter 1I should have left the building at six like everyone else.Instead I stayed, hunched over my desk on the thirty-second floor, trying to finish a client presentation that kept refusing to come together. The open-plan office had gone quiet hours ago. Only the soft glow of my monitor and the distant hum of the air conditioning kept me company. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights blinked like they had somewhere better to be.I told myself I was just being thorough.I was lying.Part of me was waiting.Adrian Cole’s office light was still on. It always was when I worked late. The glass walls of the executive suite gave me a clear view of him at his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, focused on whatever document held his attention. Every now and then he would glance up, and for a split second our eyes would meet across the empty floor. Then he would look away first, like the contact meant nothing.It meant something to me.I hated that i

Office HeatChapter 3I stayed late the next day.And the day after that.And every day that followed.It became a pattern so clean it almost looked innocent from the outside. I worked. The floor emptied. Adrian’s office light stayed on. I waited until the last of the junior associates left, then walked the short stretch of carpet to the executive wing with my heart already racing and my cock half-hard from anticipation alone.He never made me wait long.Sometimes he locked the door the second I stepped inside. Sometimes he made me stand there for a full minute while he finished an email, eyes never leaving the screen, like he had all the time in the world and I was simply another task on his list. Those minutes were the worst. And the best. My pulse climbed with every second of silence until I was desperate before he even touched me.On Thursday he didn’t lock the door right away.He looked up from his desk, took in the way I was already breathing a little too fast, and said, “Come h

Explicit Desires: Raw Heat
Chapter 1I should never have crossed the river.The warning signs were clear enough — carved wood, old blood stains, the faint reek of wolf that most humans never noticed. I noticed. I always had. I just told myself it didn’t matter anymore.I was wrong.The storm hit harder than the forecast promised. Rain turned the forest floor into black mud. My phone died somewhere after the second mile. By the time I realized I’d drifted too far west, the air had already changed. Thicker. Heavier. Charged the way it always got before a full moon.I smelled him before I saw him.Pine. Smoke. Something darker underneath — like iron and heat and the kind of power that didn’t ask for permission. My body reacted before my mind caught up. My pulse kicked. My skin tightened. A low, unwanted throb settled low in my stomach.No.Not here. Not now.I turned to run.A low growl rolled through the trees, deep enough that I felt it in my ribs. Then he stepped out of the dark.Tal