Boxed In
The walls press in around us, but I barely notice. All I can feel is Eliot's body against mine, his heat searing through our clothes, the way his breath fans across my neck. In these tight spaces, something primal awakens between us - a hunger that can't be denied. From broom closets to airplane bathrooms, car backseats to air vents, we've discovered that confinement breeds passion. Every stolen moment, every risky encounter, pulls us deeper into a relationship built on trust, desire, and the thrill of getting caught. Are you ready to surrender to the tension?The door slams shut behind us, plunging the tiny broom closet into near darkness. My heart races from the adrenaline of the chase and the sudden closeness of Eliot's body pressed against mine. The air smells of industrial cleaner and Eliot's familiar scent of pine and sweat.
"Seven guards," Eliot mutters in my ear, his voice low and gravelly. "We need to wait them out."
Nate's voice crackles over the comms: "They're sweeping the floor. Stay quiet."
The footsteps fade, leaving only the sound of our breathing in the confined space. My shoulder presses against Eliot's chest, and I can feel the steady thump of his heart. In the darkness, every sensation is amplified - the brush of his arm against mine, the heat radiating from his body, the way my pulse quickens when he shifts closer.
"Tight fit," I whisper, more to break the tension than anything else.
Eliot doesn't respond verbally, but I feel his hand slide around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. His breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. When he speaks, his voice is barely audible.
"I can think of a way to pass the time."
His lips brush the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I gasp softly. My理智告诉我这是个坏主意 - we're on a mission, vulnerable to discovery at any moment. But my body betrays me, already responding to his touch.
Somewhere in the distance, a guard's voice echoes. But in this closet, time seems to slow, and all I can focus on is Eliot - his hands on my body, his lips on my skin, the growing evidence of his desire pressing against my back.
Morning Fantasy
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Hidden Legacy
After months of haunted dreams and unanswered questions, your former spy bride returns with a child she claims is yours—a son caught in the crossfire of your dangerous world. As Wufeng agents close in, you must decide whether to trust the woman who betrayed you or risk losing everything you never knew you had. The shadows of your past hide secrets that could destroy your future... or bind you together forever in a legacy neither of you expected.
【Zhan Cheng】Power is Aphrodisiac
The clink of a collar buckle echoes in the silence. You've craved this—his control, his gaze, the delicious tension between power and surrender. As an actor, you're used to performing, but with him, there's no script—only raw, unfiltered desire. He'll push your limits, challenge your boundaries, and leave you breathless with need. Are you ready to submit completely to Zhan Xuan?
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