Novels by Izora

Christopher's POVThe email glared from my laptop screen, cold words like a gut punch."Subject: Termination of EmploymentDear Mr. Christopher Vance,This confirms your immediate termination as Product Testing Manager at Vance Enterprises. Cause: Gross misconduct, including engaging in sexual activities on company premises and falsifying reports to conceal such behavior. Your access has been revoked. Final paycheck will reflect deductions for violations.Regards,HR Department"I stared, fists clenched on the desk. The mansion office. Our mansion. It felt like a trap closing in. Darcelle's doing, no doubt. That icy bitch finally swung the axe."You fucking traitor!" I roared at the screen. How dare she ruin me like this?I built deals for her company. Now she acts like I'm trash. Rage burned hot. I can't stay here. "My money paid for it all." she'll say.She didn't even come back last night. Probably whoring around, that bitch.No way. I'm leaving. I stormed out to the garage, thr

Darcelle's POV:The storm had faded to a gentle patter on the windows by the time we gathered our scattered clothes from the office floor. My legs wobbled beneath me, still weak from the intensity of it all, but Noah's strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist held me steady as we stepped into the elevator. The mirrored walls reflected our disheveled group, hair tousled, clothes hastily pulled on, faces flushed with a shared secret glow.“My villa’s the closest. Let’s head there,” Steve said, his voice low and decisive, breaking the hazy silence.Steve slid behind the wheel of his sleek black Range Rover. Lights streaked across the windshield like shooting stars, blurred by rain drop. No one spoke much. The quiet felt easy, thick with the warm satisfaction of bodies still remembering each touch. Josh sat in the back with me, his hand resting lightly on my knee, a silent anchor. Noah glanced over from the passenger seat now and then, his eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror wit

Darcelle's POV: Noah's mouth found my neck. He kissed and nipped lightly, sending sparks down my spine. I tilted my head to give him more room. A soft gasp left my lips when he sucked on a spot just below my ear. Josh finally stepped closer. He took my hand and placed it on his chest. I felt his heart beating strong under my palm. It matched mine. I looked up at him, and he leaned in to kiss me gently at first, then deeper. Steve knelt down in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. I trembled as his fingers reached the edge of my panties. "Wet already," he said with a grin. I nodded, too breathless to speak. It felt so good to be wanted like this. He hooked his fingers in the lace and pulled them down slowly. I stepped out of them, my legs shaky. The storm outside crashed with thunder, but all I could focus on was the heat building between us. Noah unclipped my bra from behind. It fell away, and Josh's hands cupped my breasts right away. He squ

Darcelle's POV: HR had three people from temp agencies waiting outside my office. Each held a stack of resumes. I just fired six staff, so I needed new ones fast. Empty desks wouldn't do. I pointed at the first one, a nervous guy in a cheap suit. "Show me resumes. I need admins who don't sleep with married men. Send them today. "He stuttered, then spread papers across my desk.The second rep, a smart woman in a blazer stepped up. "I have three good candidates. All checked, no issues." "Good. Send them by end of day," I said.The third guy just waited. I nodded at the door for him to leave. Twenty minutes later, the elevator dinged. Noah, Steve, and Josh walked in. No knock. They just came right in like they belonged. Noah wore dark pants with a contrasting shirt. Steve looked rich but relaxed. Josh's tattoos showed under his jacket. Staff outside stared through the glass walls, eyes wide. "Darcie," Noah said, eyes scanning the half empty floor, the reps packing up.

Darcelle's POV: "I should head back," I murmured, fumbling with my shredded stockings and slipping back into my heels, thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. "We'll drive you," Steve cut in smoothly, draping his jacket over my shoulders, warm wool scented with his cologne, shielding the worst of my disheveled state. "I drove here. But thanks." My voice caught, sudden shyness flooding in now that the haze had lifted. Impulse had ruled the night. Noah stepped closer, eyes searching mine with that piercing intensity. "Darcie. Look at me."I couldn't. Not yet. The weight of what we'd done, what I'd unleashed hung too heavy. "I need to go," I whispered, ducking past Josh's outstretched hand. Steve's voice followed, low and coaxing. "At least let us walk you out. You're shaking." "I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter, but I forced a smile over my shoulder. "Really. Text you later? "Josh's rumble cut through. "Damn right you will. This isn't over." I nodded, heart pounding,

Darcelle's POV: Why have one man when you can have three? That’s the only thought in my head as Noah’s grip tightens, Steve’s mouth worships my thighs, and Josh’s teeth scrape my shoulder, each of them silently fighting to erase Christopher from my body, my mind, my skin. I arched between them, silk already half shredded, the backless dress now nothing more than ruined ribbons clinging to my waist. Noah’s mouth found mine again, devouring, tongue claiming every sound I tried to keep quiet. He tasted like whiskey and when he bit my lower lip hard enough to sting, I moaned loud enough that Steve laughed darkly against my thigh. “Still so fucking responsive,” Steve murmured, voice vibrating straight through my clit. He finally hooked two fingers into the soaked black lace and yanked the thong aside, exposing me completely. No preamble, no teasing. He buried his face between my legs like a man starved, tongue flat and relentless, lapping from entrance to clit in long, filthy str