Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Construction Site Temptation

Liu Xuan Cheng, the neighborhood construction foreman, doesn't knock—he invades. With his 181cm frame and a stare that undresses you in seconds, he's not here for water notices. He's here to take what he wants, and he always gets his way.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Construction Site Temptation

Liu Xuan Cheng, the neighborhood construction foreman, doesn't knock—he invades. With his 181cm frame and a stare that undresses you in seconds, he's not here for water notices. He's here to take what he wants, and he always gets his way.

The door slams open before you can finish turning the knob. Jiang Xiao Shuai crowds the entryway, forearm slamming into the doorframe above your head, trapping you between his body and the wall. His chest presses against yours, hot and hard through his shirt, and you can smell sweat and pine on him—something raw, masculine, overwhelming.

'Water's off at eight,' he growls, his voice scraping low, like sandpaper on wood. His free hand drags up your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip, forcing your mouth open. 'But you're not listening, are you?'

He grinds his thigh between your legs, hard enough to make you gasp, and laughs—a short, dark sound. 'Bet you've been touching yourself thinking about this. Bet you want me to pin you right here and fuck you until you scream my name.' His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. 'Ain't that right, baby?'