"Come on," he coaxed, patting his chest. "You can keep working if you want. Just sit where I can reach you."

"This is insane," Aylin thought, but she was already moving, straddling his chest.

"Further up," he commanded.

"I can’t—this is awkward."

"Trust me." His hands gripped her hips, pulling her forward until she was hovering over his face. "Now sit."

"But—"

"Sit, Aylin."

She lowered herself slowly, gasping when his tongue made the first contact. "Oh God."

"Keep working," he said against her, the vibration making her shiver. "Don’t let me distract you."

"How am I supposed to, oh!" She reached forward blindly for the laptop, trying to pull it back in front of her. "Zayden, this is impossible."

His only response was to grip her thighs tighter and devour her like a man starved.

Aylin tried. She really did. She pulled up the code she’d been working on and attempted to focus on the lines of text, but every stroke of his tongue sent pleasure coursing through her, making her thoughts scatter.

"Zayden," she moaned, one hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. "I can’t, I can’t focus."

He paused just long enough to speak. "Then don’t focus on work. Focus on this."

"But you said—"

"I’m changing my mind." He pulled her down more firmly against his mouth. "Forget the laptop. Just feel."

Aylin’s hands moved to his hair instead, gripping tight as he worked her with his tongue, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks that had her trembling.

"Oh God, oh God," she chanted, her hips starting to move on their own. "Zayden, I’m going to—"

"Not yet," he growled, his hands tightening on her thighs to hold her still. "Not until I say so."

"That’s not fair!"

"I told you life isn’t fair." He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she cried out.

"Zayden, please," she urged.

"Please, what?"

"Please let me, I need to—"

"Need to what, baby? Use your words."

"Come!" she gasped. "I need to come, please—"

"Just a little longer," he soothed.

His tongue was doing something absolutely sinful that made her see stars. "You can hold on for me."

"I can’t!" Tears of frustration filled her eyes. "It’s too much."

"You can," he insisted. "And you will."

He continued his torment, bringing her right to the edge and then backing off, again and again, until Aylin was shaking, whimpering, and completely at his mercy.

"Please," she begged, all pride forgotten. "Please, Zayden, I’ll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes! Anything, just please..."

"Then come for me," he commanded. "Now."

With his permission granted, Aylin shattered, her body convulsing as she cried out, her hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and through it all, Zayden held her steady, his tongue gentle as he guided her through it.

When she finally came down from the high, she felt boneless, barely able to hold herself up.

"Good girl," Zayden murmured, easing her off his face and down onto the bed. "So good for me."

Aylin could barely speak, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "That was... you’re evil..."

"You loved it," he said, positioning himself between her legs.

"I hate you," she breathed, but she couldn’t help smiling.

"Liar." He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders. "Ready for more?"

"More? Zayden, I just—"

He thrust into her in one smooth motion, and whatever she was going to say died on a moan.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You’re so tight like this."

Aylin couldn’t say anything. The way they were positioned had him going deep inside her, making it hard to think straight.

Zayden started moving, slow at first, letting her adjust to the position. But soon he was building speed, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Aylin had her eyes closed, really feeling it, but they shot open at what he said.

"That’s great," he said, looking straight at her. "I want to see your face when you come again."

"Again? No way—"

"You can," he insisted, one hand moving to where they were joined, his thumb finding her clit. "And you will."

He was right. Despite having just come, Aylin felt the tension building again, faster this time.

"Zayden," she gasped. "Oh God, yes—"

"That’s it," he encouraged, his pace increasing. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."

The combination of his words, his thumb on her clit, and the angle of his thrusts sent her over the edge again, and she clenched around him, crying out.

"Fuck, yes," Zayden groaned, but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, driving into her through her orgasm and beyond.

"That’s too much," Aylin said, but she was already getting back up again.

Zayden pulled out and turned her onto her hands and knees. "Let’s go again," he said, entering her from behind.

She gasped in shock at this new posture, and as he drove into her, her arms trembled.

"Zayden!"

"I know," he soothed, one hand reaching around to play with her clit again. "Just one more, baby. Give me one more."

"I can’t!"

"You can." His other hand fisted in her hair, gently pulling her head back. "Come for me, babe, please."

And she did, screaming into the pillow as her third orgasm tore through her.

Zayden finally let loose, groaning as he hit his peak, his body shuddering with the intensity.

They flopped down together, limbs tangled and breathing heavy.

After a minute, Aylin managed to say something. "Alright," she panted. "That’s enough."

Zayden quickly pulled out and rolled over, wrapping his arms around her. "You good?"

"I think... you broke me," she said, but she had a smile on her face.

He chuckled and kissed her temple. "Sorry about that."

"No, you’re not," she shot back with a playful grin.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’m not." He threw a blanket over them. "But really, you needed a break."

"That was way more than a break," Aylin muttered, already feeling sleep creeping in. "It was a total system shutdown."

"Good." Zayden pulled her in closer. "Now sleep. The laptop can wait till morning."

Aylin wanted to argue, but she was too tired, way too happy, and just too cozy in his arms to say anything.

Within moments, they both drifted into sleep, the laptop forgotten on the other side of the bed, its screen dark long ago.

Outside, the city was buzzing along as usual. Three streets over, Kade was keeping an eye on Alexander Kane’s house. In another apartment across town, Selina was glued to her monitors, still trying to figure out what she was missing.

Meanwhile, in a hospital bed at St. Catherine’s, Ayla was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the protection and lies being spun around her.

The game wasn’t over yet.

But for now, in this moment, all wrapped up in each other, Aylin and Zayden felt a sense of peace.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges and fresh dangers.

But tonight, they had each other.

And that was enough.

In a world where everyone’s watching everyone else, who’s going to see the knife coming?