Chapter 4: Sleepless confessions
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The rain continued through the night, drumming gently on Emiliano’s bedroom window. Outside, the city shimmered under streetlights and puddles, glowing gold against the dark sky.
Inside, Emiliano tossed under his thin blanket, the sheets tangled between his legs, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His mind wouldn’t quiet not since the ride with Alejandro, not since hearing his name on that man’s lips for the first time.
“Emiliano…”
The way Alejandro had said it low, deliberate kept replaying in his mind like a haunting song.
In the dream, Emiliano was back at the office. But everything was… softer. Dim. The lights overhead flickered like candlelight, and the air was warm, thick with something unspoken.
He was standing in front of Alejandro’s massive oak desk, hands clasped nervously behind him. But this time, he wasn’t afraid.
Alejandro stood behind the desk, his jacket gone, shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing a wide chest dusted with dark hair and the sharp V of his torso disappearing into his tailored pants.
He didn’t speak. He just watched Emiliano. Like a predator with patience.
Emiliano tried to look away.
“Eyes on me,” Alejandro said.
His voice was a command but a velvet one. Emiliano’s knees weakened.
Alejandro stepped out from behind the desk slowly, towering, powerful, his footsteps echoing like thunder across the marble floor. When he reached Emiliano, he didn’t touch him not yet. He leaned close enough that their breaths touched.
“You keep pretending you don’t want me,” Alejandro whispered.
“I don’t” Emiliano tried, but the words came out as a gasp.
Alejandro's hands finally reached him one sliding around the back of his waist, the other cradling the side of his face. Emiliano felt small in his grip, caged in but safe. Warm. Desired.
"You blush every time I speak to you," Alejandro murmured against his temple. "Do you know how hard it is not to grab you right there in the office?"
Emiliano trembled.
“Say it,” Alejandro said, thumb brushing against Emiliano’s bottom lip. “Say you want me.”
“I…” Emiliano's heart pounded. “I want you…”
Alejandro kissed him.
It wasn’t soft.
It was deep. Possessive. Hungry.
Emiliano whimpered into his mouth, fingers fisting the front of Alejandro’s shirt. He was being devoured, dominated, pulled in completely and he wanted it. Needed it.
Hands roamed his back, his waist, cupping the curves of his body with reverence and restraint. And then he was lifted off the ground like he weighed nothing, held up against Alejandro’s chest, their bodies flush.
“I could break you,” Alejandro growled against his throat. “But I won’t. Not yet.”
Emiliano woke up panting.
His body was slick with sweat, sheets clinging to his legs. His heart was racing. His lips still tingled as if they’d really been kissed.
He stared at the ceiling, eyes wide, breath uneven.
His arousal pulsed between his thighs hard, insistent, needy.
He closed his eyes again, desperate to chase the feeling back into sleep.
But Alejandro’s voice echoed in his mind:
"Say you want me."
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