EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
'Impressive work, Minato-san,' Tanaka had said, voice smooth as silk, eyes raking over him like he was appraising a fine vintage.
Minato smiled back, polite, professional, but I saw the way Tanaka's gaze dipped to his lips, the subtle lick of his own as if imagining what they'd feel like.
Jealousy coiled in my gut like a serpent, hot and venomous. I forced my expression neutral, nodding along to the discussion on supply chain disruptions, but inside, my mind raced.
Who the fuck did Tanaka think he was?
Minato was mine.
Every gasp, every moan, every shudder under my hands...he belonged to me.