His head lolled to the side, his cheek pressed against the cool glass. “Sophie,” he gasped, the name a broken whisper. “Her… her face when she came.”
A white-hot surge of possessiveness shot through Zack. That was his work. His design. And yet, here he was, finding his pleasure in her pleasure, weaving a connection Zack couldn't control.
“Think about this, too,” he snarled, angling his hips and driving into Aiden harder, deeper. Zack's name was torn from his lips. “Think about me when you're with her. Think about me owning this ass while you're playing Daddy.”
“Zack…” It was a prayer and a curse.
“Touch yourself,” Zack ordered, his pace never faltering. “I want you to come. Right here. Right now.”
One of Aiden’s hands left the railing, moving shakily to his own cock. He was hard, weeping precum, the head flushed a dark, angry purple. He wrapped his fist around himself, stroking in time with the brutal thrusts.
His whole body went rigid. His back arched, a bowstring pulled taut, and with a hoarse, shattered cry, he came. Thick, white ropes of it striped the glass on the balcony, pulsing from him in violent, powerful bursts. His release was a beautiful,messy thing, a painting of his surrender against a backdrop of the city.
The sight of it, of Aiden's pleasure so starkly displayed, so completely given over to Zack, was his undoing. The last frayed threads of his control snapped. Zack drove into him one last, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm tore through him.
He turned to face him, and the sight of him almost made Zack take a step back. His eyes were dark, dazed, the confident mask completely gone. There was a vulnerability there that was so raw, so pure, it was like looking directly into the sun. His lips were swollen from their kiss, and a faint, purpling mark was already blooming on his jaw where he'd gripped him. He looked…wrecked. And he looked magnificent.
SIX
Sophie
“Hey, Cass, do you have the papers for the Hamilton account?” Sophie called across the room to her co-worker on a video call. She pulled off her sweater and picked up the file folders on her kitchen workspace.
“No, but it should be the last file from Wednesday.”
“Okay, I’ll pull that up.” Sophie sat back at the desk. “Did you send the updated projections to Mr. Mackay?”
“Yes, I also got your request to BCC Mr. Kincaid as well.”
“Great, thank you. Do we have anything else going on this week?”
Sophie looked around the cluttered apartment. Since losing her last workspace, she’d resorted to taking over the kitchen table. Her phone chimed in her pocket, alerting her to a new message.
Aiden:
I haven't seen you in a few days.
Aiden:
Did we scare you away?
Sophie:
Sorry! I've been so wrapped up in work.
Sophie:
We've been looking for a new office.
Sophie:
Sorry, Daddy.
Aiden:
Have you grown out of your current establishment?
Sophie:
