The flight stretched on, a slow, torturous game of control.

Daniel

She was driving me insane, and she had no idea.

For eight years, I had kept this buried. From the moment she walked into my office for her first day, I had wanted her. Needed her. But she was married. Married. And that fact had stopped me from doing anything but playing this game, teasing, pushing just enough to feel the heat, to make her squirm—but never crossing the line. Never giving in to what I really wanted.

Until now.

Something was different this time. The tension was thicker. Her resistance weaker. And I knew, without a doubt, that we were dangerously close to something neither of us could take back.

I turned my head slightly, watching her from the corner of my eye as she scrolled mindlessly through her tablet, pretending to be focused. I smirked.

“You’re fidgeting.”

Her fingers flexed against the armrest, a barely-there response, but I caught it.

“I’m fine,” she said, but her voice was a little too clipped, a little too breathless.

I shifted, turning toward her slightly, dropping my voice into something lower, smoother. “Are you?”

I let my fingertips trace her wrist, slow, teasing, just enough to see if she’d pull away. She didn’t. Her lips parted, but she said nothing, and I felt her pulse hammer beneath my touch. Beautiful.

“You’re tense.”

A quiet, shaky exhale. “It’s a long flight.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, trailing my fingers up her forearm before I finally pulled away. “Try to relax.”

I let my thigh press against hers, slow and deliberate, before I moved away again. Her breath caught, and I bit back a grin. She was unraveling, and I hadn’t even begun.

She turned her head slightly, finally meeting my gaze, her eyes dark, questioning. I held it, let the moment stretch, let her feel the weight of it.

“I like this dress,” I murmured.

She blinked, lips parting, but she recovered too quickly. “Thank you.”

I smirked, shifting back, breaking the moment like it was nothing. “Dangerous, though.”

Her brows furrowed slightly. “Dangerous?”

My gaze flicked over her body, my smirk deepening. “Mmhmm. Distracting.”

She inhaled sharply, but I had already turned away, reaching for my champagne like nothing had happened.

The Car

I let my arm rest lazily on the center console as we rode through the city, the neon lights of New York flashing outside the tinted windows. My knee pressed against hers, a light touch, but I didn’t move away.

Neither did she.

“You’re not moving away,” I observed, my voice amused, teasing.

Her lips parted, but she hesitated before responding, her gaze flicking to the window. “Neither are you.”

I chuckled, slow and knowing. “Fair enough.”

I watched as she exhaled, pressing her thighs together slightly, and my jaw clenched. Fuck.

Five nights of this? I was torturing myself as much as I was torturing her.

The Lift

The concierge smiled warmly at her, eyes lingering just a fraction too long. “That dress is stunning on you, Miss.”

She returned the smile, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”

I let the moment breathe before stepping in. “I agree.”

She turned to look at me, but I was already stepping into the lift, watching the numbers climb, the tension crackling between us like a live wire.

I let my fingers brush against her lower back, guiding her forward. Light. Barely there. But I felt the way she shivered.

God, I was enjoying this.

The Shower

Her

The water scalded my skin, steam curling thick around me as I tilted my head back, letting the heat soak into my muscles. The wetness between my thighs had little to do with the water and everything to do with the way he had looked at me, touched me, spoken to me.

I exhaled, my hands drifting lower, my fingertips ghosting over my stomach, my hips. The slow, slick trail of my fingers sent a shiver up my spine, the warmth pooling deep inside me.

I shouldn’t be thinking about him.

But I was.

I let my hand slip lower, between my thighs, the first slow press against my clit making my breath stutter. A quiet gasp fell from my lips as I pressed a little harder, rolling slow circles, the pleasure curling low in my belly. My skin tingled, warmth spreading, my nipples tightening from the heat and anticipation.

I bit my lip, my head falling forward as I found a rhythm, the slick heat of my fingers gliding effortlessly against my sensitive skin. My other hand braced against the wall, my knees weakening as a soft moan slipped free.

I could see him in my mind... his hands on me, his mouth teasing, torturing, dragging me to the edge and holding me there. I pressed two fingers inside, the stretch sending a sharp, pulsing wave of pleasure through me. My breath hitched, and I moaned again, louder this time, confident the water would drown out the sound.

I rocked my hips against my own touch, teasing my clit with my thumb as I added a third finger, my body tightening, my breath coming in short, needy pants. More. I needed more.

I curled my fingers inside, pressing against the spot that made me see stars, my legs trembling as pleasure built, hot and urgent. My moans turned desperate, broken whimpers escaping my lips as my pace quickened, my body hurtling toward release.

Then.... four fingers.

A strangled cry tore from my throat as I thrust deeper, my palm grinding against my clit, my body locking up as the orgasm slammed into me.

My head fell back, my mouth parting as a shattered moan ripped from my lungs, waves of pleasure rolling through me, dragging me under, consuming me.

My body trembled, spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I finally, slowly, came down from the high.

Daniel

I heard the shower start, the soft rush of water filling the space between our rooms. I had no intention of listening. Until I heard her. The first sigh was soft, barely audible, but it sent a spike of heat through me. Then another—this one heavier, breathier. I swallowed hard, gripping the sheet beneath me as my body tensed. Then the moans came. Slow at first, then sharper, needier. The unmistakable sound of pleasure.

I clenched my jaw, my breathing heavy. She had no idea. No idea that I was lying here, painfully hard, listening to her fall apart. No idea that every single sound sent a pulse of heat straight to my cock, making it almost unbearable to resist touching myself. I closed my eyes, my fingers tightening around the sheets as I listened, really listened—the soft, wet sounds of her fingers moving against herself, the sharp intake of breath when she pushed deeper, the desperate way her moans began to break. I imagined it—her body slick, her head tipped back, eyes closed as she fucked herself.

I let out a slow, ragged breath, my pulse pounding as the moans built. My cock was throbbing, aching, demanding relief. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting back a groan. I shouldn't be doing this.

And then—

Her cry. Her broken, raw, ruined cry as she shattered completely. Fuck. Fuck.

I clenched my jaw, gripping my own length, my mind clouded with nothing but the thought of her, of how she looked in there, of how she would sound if it were me instead. My hips jerked slightly, my fingers tightening. I couldn’t stop myself. The sound of her pleasure rolled through me, over me, setting me on fire. I gritted my teeth, stroking myself once, twice, imagining it was her hand, her mouth, her body wrapped around me. My breath came hard and fast, my restraint slipping further with each sound she made.

She whimpered, a soft, desperate noise that sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. My strokes grew faster, rougher, matching her rhythm, chasing something I shouldn’t want. Then.. her final, wrecked moan. The sound of her body giving out, the water cascading over her as she came undone completely. I let out a strangled groan, pleasure ripping through me, my hips bucking as I lost control. Ruined. Completely fucking ruined. I exhaled harshly, my body still trembling as I came down, my head dropping back against the pillow, my breath ragged. I clenched my fists. She had no idea what she’d just done to me.

She would. Soon.

Five nights.

I wasn’t sure either of us were going to survive them.