The CEO’s forbidden desire
Then Julian left, closing the heavy door softly behind him.
He took a cab back to his tiny apartment, body sore and thoroughly used, mind replaying every raw, dominating thrust. That man had fucked like he was trying to punish both of them. It was going to haunt Julian for days.
Back in his tiny apartment, Julian collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling till he fell asleep.
The next morning, his phone pinged with a new email.
From: Lena Brooks, Executive Assistant to the CEO, Cross Media
Subject: Exclusive Six-Month Collaboration Contract Offer – Ethan Cross
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