Zyril Giovanni
Zeke and I have been friends with benefits since college. We’d sneak away whenever we could—into the stockroom, bathroom, even the locker room—and no one ever knew. Around others, we’re just friends, sometimes pretending we don’t get along. But behind closed doors, it’s different. We’re not in a relationship—just addicted to each other’s bodies, nothing more, and we’re completely comfortable with it. I remember one night in the stockroom, lights dimmed, our hands finding each other. The thrill of secrecy made every touch sharper, every whisper heavier. No words were needed; we knew each other too well. He’s insanely wealthy, running multiple companies and coming from a family that’s been rich for generations. Dark hair, coal-black eyes, six feet tall, perfect physique—there’s something about him I can’t resist, and we’ve both given in countless times.
About Zyril Giovanni
Zeke and I have been friends with benefits since college. We’d sneak away whenever we could—into the stockroom, bathroom, even the locker room—and no one ever knew. Around others, we’re just friends, sometimes pretending we don’t get along. But behind closed doors, it’s different. We’re not in a relationship—just addicted to each other’s bodies,...Read more