The sudden, defiant claim and the question—' I'm gay, Alex. What about you?—delivered just before the kiss, detonated the last vestiges of Alexander's self-control.
The kiss Adrian initiated was a furious, desperate blaze, confirming the desire Alexander had been wrestling with since the moment he saw his secretary transformed.
Alexander didn't resist or retreat; he reacted with brutal, possessive need. His hands instantly clamped onto Adrian's thighs, lifting him and pulling him across the centre console with crushing force. Adrian found himself sprawled half in Alexander's lap, half wedged against the gear shift, their lips locked in a deep, chaotic kiss that devoured the air and the pretence.
The massage Adrian initiated was returned tenfold; Alexander's hand, still cupping Adrian's heat, tightened and squeezed, a clear act of conquest that elicited a sharp, muffled gasp into Alexander's mouth.
