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2026-07-17 22:47:14
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Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth Playing Fire
Victor I don't sleep. Not for a single second. Every time I close my eyes, the image of her. Her scent, and that clean, warm skin drift under my bedroom door. I lie awake staring at the phone in my hand, my other hand clenches so tight my knuckles hurt. she is sleeping in my guest room. Just down the the hall. Just a few steps away is the room with the metal posts and black walls. It is the kind of thing that would fray any man’s sanity to breaking point. I am forty-eight years old. I have built an empire on discipline, structure, and absolute control. I remind myself. Yet, a twenty-year-old girl with a sketchbook is dismantling my foundations brick by brick. By 8:00 a.m., I am at the head of the glass-walled conference room. My third espresso of the morning sits untouched on the dark wood table. The Elysium Ridge team files in. Octavia enters first, her expression sharp and confident, her heels clicking like a countdown on the hardwood. She doesn't even look at Phoe
Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth Late Nights
Phoenix The Elysium Ridge project briefing room carries the heavy, charged weight of a battlefield. Sweeping, wall-sized displays present breathtaking 3D renders: jagged ridges meeting the vivid turquoise of the ocean below. The team is small but elite — senior designers who’ve been with Crowe Atelier for years. And me. The twenty-year-old intern who moved into the CEO’s penthouse last night. Octavia stands at the head of the table like she owns everything in the room, her gaze sliding over me with barely concealed disdain. “Phoenix will be shadowing the conceptual phase. Try to keep up.” I keep my expression neutral, even though my skin prickles under her stare. After yesterday’s coffee incident, I know better than to give her more ammunition in front of everyone. But I also know my work is good. Victor saw it. He assigned me here. So I thought. My mind, however, keeps drifting back to last night. After I left Victor in the study, heart still racing from the way he stud
Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth His Home
Victor The penthouse is quiet when I step inside, but it doesn’t feel empty. That’s the problem. I loosen my tie and pause in the foyer, listening. The low hum of the city filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but underneath it there’s the faint sound of movement — drawers opening, soft footsteps. Domestic. Intimate. Strange. Then it hit me. Phoenix Veyl is in my home. Daniel’s daughter is sleeping under my roof tonight. I drag a hand down my face and head toward the kitchen. I should have sent her to a company apartment. Or kept her in the damn hotel. Anything but this. She’s standing at the island in soft lounge clothes — black leggings and an oversized sweater that slips off one shoulder — unpacking a small bag of groceries like she belongs here. Her hair is still slightly damp from a shower, curling at the ends. She looks up when I enter, and the smile she gives me is small, almost shy, but her eyes… her eyes have been watching me for eight years. I feel that weigh
Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth Moving In
Phoenix A man who keeps condoms in his office obviously keeps a fuck toy close. And I didn’t need a seer to tell me who Victor Crowe fucks in his office. Octavia Willow is going to be a problem. I knew it the moment she walked into Victor’s office this morning and looked at me like something she needed to scrape off her shoe. I knew it when Victor handed me to her team like a file he needed off his desk. And I know it now, standing in the middle of the creative floor while she addresses the team with me positioned slightly apart from everyone else, like a visual reminder that I don’t belong here. She sees me as a threat. One she believes might come between her and whatever she has going on with Victor. He invited me to his office, something he’s never done with any other female intern. “This is Phoenix Veyl,” Octavia says to the room. Not introducing me. Presenting me. The way you present evidence. “She’ll be joining the team as an intern. But unlike some of you who worked reall
Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth Off Limit
Victor Daniel’s daughter. I say it, and I hear it. It still doesn’t land the way it should because my brain is doing something I need it to stop immediately: comparing the woman sitting across from me to the little girl I remember and finding absolutely nothing in common between them. The little girl is gone. What replaced her has no business being in my office. I lean back in my chair and immediately regret giving myself another chance to really see her. She’s — Christ. She is gorgeous in the kind of way that makes rational thought difficult. Dark eyes, full mouth, body that fills out that blazer in ways that are deeply inappropriate for me to be noticing at nine in the morning on a Monday in my own office. I noticed her the second she walked through the session room door. Didn’t know who she was. Just knew she was late and that body, fuck, that body made every coherent thought I had dissolve on the spot. My first thought was how good she’d look with her hands pinned t
Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth Condoms
Phoenix His office is massive. I step inside and just — stand there for a second, taking it in. Floor to ceiling windows, the whole city laid out beneath them like it belongs to him. Dark wood, clean lines, not a single thing out of place. There’s a framed photo on his desk and I drift toward it before I can stop myself. It’s him on a tennis court. White shirt, white shorts, racket in hand, caught mid-laugh at something outside the frame. He looks light. Easy. Nothing like the man commanding a room full of interns twenty minutes ago, nothing like the Victor Crowe I’ve watched in interviews and magazine covers my whole life. Like outside of all of this, when no one who matters is watching, he actually knows how to be happy. I stare at it longer than I should. The drawer beside the desk is half open. I should leave it alone, but I open it out of curiosity and immediately wish I hadn’t. Condoms. An open box of them. Several already missing. I pick one up. Read
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