Episode 4 – Close Quarters Episode
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Episode 4 – Close Quarters
A last-minute business trip. A five-star hotel suite. One bed.
Helen should have expected this.
Felix was a man who liked control. And right now, standing in the middle of their suite, watching as he discarded his jacket and loosened his tie, he was in complete command.
The tension had been unbearable all day. The lingering touches, the unspoken words, the way his fingers had brushed against hers when he handed her a file.
And now, in the dimly lit room, with the scent of his cologne thick in the air, it was suffocating.
She turned toward the bathroom, desperate for space. "I should shower."
"Go ahead," Felix said, his voice low, unreadable.
She disappeared inside, shutting the door behind her. The warm water cascaded over her skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside her.
When she stepped out, wrapped in a hotel robe, Felix was waiting. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with dark, hooded eyes.
"Come here, Helen."
Her breath caught.
She should say no.
But when Felix reached for her, she let him pull her in. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his.
"You drive me insane," he muttered, his lips grazing hers.
And then he kissed her.
It was slow at first, teasing, a cruel game of control. But when she tangled her fingers in his hair, when she pressed herself against him, Felix groaned and all restraint snapped.
The robe fell.
Their bodies met, skin against skin, heat against heat.
And when Felix finally claimed her, it was with the desperation of a man who had been starving for too long.
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