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James Potter prided himself on discipline. As the CEO of one of London’s fastest-growing companies, Potter Enterprises, he had built an empire by staying focused, making decisive moves, and maintaining a strict work-life boundary. His reputation was impeccable—polished, ambitious, and entirely in control. His employees knew him as a man who was all business, with no room for distractions.
But Regulus Black was beginning to become a problem.
He wasn’t supposed to be. Regulus had only been an intern for a few weeks, fresh out of university, placed on James’ radar as someone with a strong academic background and a reserved, professional attitude. Dark hair, pale skin, with an elegant sharpness in the lines of his face that would’ve made him intimidating if he wasn’t so damn quiet.
It was the quiet that got to James first. Regulus never said more than what was necessary in meetings, answering questions with a crispness that suggested he didn’t care about impressing anyone. Most interns fawned over him, eager to make a connection with the CEO, hoping for future opportunities. But not Regulus. He was distant, almost aloof, and that intrigue crept in, drawing James’ attention.
He’d catch Regulus watching him sometimes—those grey eyes following James in a way that made his skin tingle. It wasn’t overt, and maybe that’s what made it worse. It wasn’t a conscious effort on Regulus’ part to stand out, but it was working. James couldn’t help but notice him in meetings, the way he sat so still, observing everything, waiting for the moment he’d contribute something sharp, something unexpected.
The problem was that it didn’t stop there. James found his mind wandering in moments of stillness, thinking of Regulus outside the office. What did he look like unwound, that controlled exterior slipping away? What would he sound like in bed, moaning beneath him?
James forced himself to stop the thoughts before they spiraled, reminding himself that he had a company to run, and an inappropriate relationship with an intern wasn’t on the agenda.
But the problem wasn’t going away.
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It started with a celebration. Potter Enterprises had just closed a major deal, the culmination of months of work, and James had decided to treat his senior team and the interns to drinks at a high-end bar. The mood was light, the drinks flowing freely as James allowed himself to relax, leaning back in the plush leather seat, his sleeves rolled up.
He wasn’t used to being around his employees in such a casual setting. Most of the night, he stayed in conversations with his managers, discussing future strategy and the next steps for the company. But at some point, his attention wandered, his gaze landing on Regulus, who was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and looking unusually relaxed.
Regulus caught his eye and, for once, didn’t look away. He held James’ gaze, his lips quirking in the slightest hint of a smile before he stood up, walking over to him.
“You don’t usually let loose, do you?” Regulus said, voice smooth and teasing. James blinked, surprised by the change in tone. Regulus wasn’t usually so direct.
James chuckled, shrugging. “I don’t have much time for it.”
“Maybe you should,” Regulus replied, stepping a little closer. His fingers brushed the back of the seat next to James, lingering there as he looked down at him. “It’s good for the mind. And the body.”
James’ mouth went dry. He’d been dealing with this pull for weeks now, but this was the first time Regulus had pushed it. The atmosphere between them changed, crackling with tension, the unspoken temptation hanging heavy in the air.
Before James could respond, Regulus tilted his head, voice low as he added, “You work too hard, Potter. You need someone to… help you relax.”
James’ heart hammered in his chest, his body reacting to the undercurrent of the words. It was dangerous, this game they were playing. He was the CEO, and Regulus was his intern. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. But that smirk on Regulus’ face was making it hard to think straight. The alcohol wasn’t helping either.
James’ control, usually iron-clad, faltered. “Maybe you’re right.”
The look in Regulus’ eyes darkened with amusement and something more. “Care for another drink?” Regulus gestured toward the bar. James nodded, following him with more curiosity than caution.
One drink turned into two, and then three. They weren’t talking about work anymore—Regulus was being uncharacteristically open, his sharp edges softening as he leaned against the bar, laughing at one of James’ comments. And James was caught, completely caught, in the sight of him.
At some point, it stopped being about the drinks. It became about the way Regulus’ hand brushed against James’ arm when he leaned in to say something, the way his knee pressed lightly against James’ leg under the bar, as if testing the waters.
James’ mind was foggy with desire. His pulse quickened with every passing second, the proximity between them dwindling. Finally, Regulus turned to him, his voice a whisper. “Why don’t we get out of here?”
James didn’t need to be asked twice.
They barely made it inside James’ penthouse before things escalated. As soon as the door shut behind them, the tension snapped. James grabbed Regulus by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close, and Regulus met him with a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue. The months of restraint broke, and they stumbled toward the bedroom, tugging at each other’s clothes.
“Shouldn’t… be doing this,” James muttered against Regulus’ lips, even as his hands slid under Regulus’ shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.
“Do you care?” Regulus’ breath hitched as James kissed the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw. James’ answer was in the way he pushed Regulus against the wall, his body pressing close.
“No.”
There were no more words after that. Just heat, heavy breaths, and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. James lost himself in the feel of Regulus—how he tasted, how he responded to every touch. There was something intoxicating about watching Regulus lose that carefully maintained composure, unraveling under his touch.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated desire. The CEO and the intern, roles discarded for the night.
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The next few days were a blur of heated glances and stolen touches. Neither of them spoke about that first night, but it was far from forgotten. Every time James passed Regulus in the office, their eyes would meet, and the charge between them would reignite. Work became a battlefield of self-control. Meetings were the worst—James could feel Regulus’ gaze burning into him across the conference table, making his skin prickle with anticipation.
By the end of the first week, the tension was unbearable. They hadn’t slept together again, but there had been moments. In the elevator after hours, James had pinned Regulus to the wall, their lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. In his office late at night, James had grabbed Regulus’ wrist, pulling him into a dark corner to steal a few breathless minutes before anyone could catch them.
But it wasn’t enough.
Two weeks after that first night, James invited Regulus to his home again. He kept his tone casual, professional even, under the guise of discussing an important project. Regulus had raised an eyebrow but agreed, and now they were sitting in James’ penthouse once more, the air thick with unspoken tension.
James leaned back on the couch, studying Regulus, who sat opposite him. Regulus looked more relaxed than he had been the first time he came here, his posture easy, but those stormy grey eyes watched James with a curiosity that made his pulse quicken.
“You’ve been on my mind,” James said, his voice low. There was no point in pretending this was just about work.
Regulus raised an eyebrow, leaning back. “That so?”
James nodded, his eyes tracing the line of Regulus’ jaw, the curve of his lips. “I’ve been thinking… about what this is between us.”
Regulus didn’t respond immediately. He just watched James, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth, almost teasing. “What do you want, James?”
James’ mouth went dry. He had been rehearsing this in his mind for days now, but the words felt heavy on his tongue. “I want more. Not just once. Not just when we can sneak a moment.”
Regulus’ lips twitched, and James saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “More, huh? And what does ‘more’ mean to you?”
James’ pulse quickened. There was no going back from this. “I want you. Around the house, whenever I want you. No boundaries.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping. “I want you to be my free-use.”
For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of the proposition settling between them. Regulus’ expression didn’t change much—just a slight raise of his eyebrows as if considering the offer. Then he tilted his head, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.
“And what do I get in return for being at your beck and call, Potter?”
James didn’t hesitate. He had thought about this, anticipated the pushback. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. You won’t want for anything. And you’ll enjoy it—if that first night was any indication.”
Regulus’ gaze darkened, but there was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. “Go on.”
James stood up, moving toward Regulus slowly, his hand trailing along the back of the couch. “You’ll have everything you need. And…” His hand moved to Regulus’ thigh, fingers brushing against the fabric of his trousers. “I bought you something.”
Regulus arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued now. James reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box. He handed it to Regulus, who took it with a curious glance.
“Open it,” James said softly, watching him closely.
Regulus’ fingers deftly undid the ribbon, and when he lifted the lid, his eyes flickered with surprise. Inside was a set of black lace lingerie, delicate and expensive.
“Lingerie,” Regulus murmured, holding up the fabric between his fingers. “You want me to wear this?”
James nodded, his breath catching slightly. “Yes. For me. Whenever I want.”
Regulus’ lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
“I have,” James admitted, his voice hoarse. He was standing close now, looming over Regulus, his hand slipping to the back of his neck. “So, what do you say?”
Regulus tilted his head, looking up at him through thick lashes. “I say…” His voice was soft, teasing, “Show me what you want, Potter.”
The next few moments were a blur of movement. James tugged Regulus up from the couch, pulling him into a heated kiss, hands already working to strip him of his clothes. Regulus’ shirt hit the floor first, followed by his trousers, leaving him standing in just his boxers. James’ hands were everywhere—tracing the lines of Regulus’ body, feeling the heat of his skin.
“Put it on,” James whispered against his lips, motioning to the lingerie still in Regulus’ hands. Regulus’ eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and desire, but he didn’t argue. He stepped back, sliding his boxers down before slipping into the black lace.
The sight of Regulus—his lean, pale body framed by the delicate black lace—made James’ pulse race. He was breathtaking. The lingerie clung to his hips, the soft fabric barely covering him, and James could see the way it accentuated every inch of him.
“You look perfect,” James muttered, his voice rough with want. He stepped closer, his hand trailing along Regulus’ waist, fingers brushing over the lace. “Absolutely perfect.”
Regulus’ breath hitched, his eyes dark with lust. “You just like having control, don’t you?”
James’ lips curled into a smirk. “I do.”
Before Regulus could respond, James pushed him gently onto the couch, guiding him onto his knees. Regulus’ body arched beautifully, his chest pressing into the cushions as James knelt behind him. The power dynamic was clear—James was in control, and Regulus was surrendering to him, willingly.
James ran his hands over the smooth curve of Regulus’ ass, the lace a tantalizing barrier between them. “This is how I want you,” James murmured, his voice low. “Every time.”
He didn’t wait for a response. His hands slid down to the waistband of the lingerie, pulling it down just enough to reveal Regulus’ entrance. The sight of him, so exposed and vulnerable, sent a jolt of arousal through James’ body. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the small of Regulus’ back before moving lower, his tongue teasing over his skin.
Regulus moaned, his body trembling under James’ touch. “James…”
James didn’t hold back after that. His hands gripped Regulus’ hips firmly as he positioned himself behind him, his cock hard and aching with need. He slid into Regulus slowly, savoring the way his body tensed and then relaxed, molding to him perfectly. The heat, the tightness—it was overwhelming.
Regulus let out a breathless moan, his fingers digging into the couch cushions as James began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. The pace was agonizing, but James wanted to draw this out, to make Regulus feel every inch of him, every moment of control.
“You like this,” James whispered, his voice rough as he leaned over Regulus, his breath hot against his ear. “You like being mine.”
Regulus’ breath hitched, his voice shaky. “Yes…”
James smirked, his thrusts growing faster, harder, as he wrapped a hand around Regulus’ cock, stroking him in time with his movements. Regulus’ moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath him as James pushed him closer to the edge.
“Don’t finish until I say so,” James commanded, his voice sharp. “Not until I tell you.”
Regulus whimpered, his control slipping, but he obeyed, holding himself back as James continued to fuck him, his body trembling with the effort.
James’ grip tightened on Regulus’ hips as he thrust harder, faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He was close, so close, but he wanted to feel Regulus break first, to see him lose control.
“Now,” James growled, his voice hoarse. “Finish for me, Regulus.”
Regulus cried out, his body shuddering as he finally let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. James followed moments later, his own release hitting him with a force that left him breathless. He collapsed against Regulus, his chest heaving as they both came down from the high.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing, the tension between them finally released. James slowly pulled out of Regulus, his hands gentle as he helped him onto his back.
They lay there for a while, the heat of their bodies mingling as the adrenaline began to fade. James could feel the exhaustion setting in, but he didn’t want to let the moment end without checking on Regulus.
“You okay?” James asked softly, his voice more tender now.
Regulus nodded, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “More than okay.”
James smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Regulus’s forehead. “Good.”
He got up briefly to grab a towel from the bathroom, returning to Regulus and cleaning him with gentle touches.