Ethan couldn’t keep his hands off Noah. After the explosive reconciliation, they had spent the last few days in a careful bubble—stolen hours at Ethan’s apartment where the outside world, Chloe, and the family drama couldn’t reach them. But tonight, something had shifted. The air between them crackled with a deeper hunger, a need to explore the power and surrender they both craved.
Noah stood in the middle of Ethan’s bedroom, shirtless, breathing already uneven as Ethan circled him slowly. The older man’s gaze was dark, intense, full of love and something sharper—dominance that made Noah’s pulse race.
“You trust me?” Ethan asked, voice low and commanding. He trailed a finger down Noah’s chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.
“Yes,” Noah whispered. He had never felt this
