LOGINIsabella’s pov
“Victor, this apartment is insane,” I said, stepping inside and kicking off my heels by the door.
The city lights blinked through the huge windows and the place smelled like leather and his cologne.
My heart was already racing from the drive over. After that barbecue I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
My pussy had stayed wet for days just remembering his words. Now here I was alone with him under the excuse
Sophie’s pov“Goddamn car pick today of all days to die on me.” I twisted the key harder like that would magically fix the weak clicking sound coming from under the hood.Rain hammered down in heavy sheets soaking straight through my thin white tank top and the short denim cutoffs that barely covered my ass.Cold water ran in rivulets between my tits making the fabric cling tight so my nipples stood out hard and obvious against the wet cotton.My hair stuck to my cheeks and neck while I stood there in the middle of the driveway looking like a drowned mess.I have been watching Daniel Reeves longer than I should have for months now.The way he moved when he worked on his truck or cut the grass across the street always pulled my eyes.Broad shoulders, solid chest dark hair with a little gray at the temples and those steady hands.Forty eight years old and still built like he c
Maya’s pov“We should go before someone from cleaning finds us like this,” I say, still standing close enough that his chest brushes mine with every breath.My underwear is somewhere on the carpet and his cum is drying in sticky paths down my thighs.The office smells like sex and whiskey and the faint ink of the contracts we ruined.Rhett looks at me for a long second. Then he nods once, sharp and reluctant, and steps back.He watches while I tug my skirt down and smooth my blouse as best I can.There is no fixing the wrecked look of me. My hair is a mess.My mouth feels swollen from biting it while he fucked me. I leave the underwear where it is. He sees me do it and his eyes darken all over again.We ride the elevator in silence. The fluorescent lights make everything feel too bright after the low lamp in his office.His hand stays on the small of my back the entir
Maya’s pov“We have not spoken for a long time,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper even though no one else is here to hear it.Rhett stays buried inside me for what feels like full minutes after he finishes.His cock softens slowly but he does not pull out.His hand is still heavy on the back of my neck and his forehead rests against my shoulder.The only sounds in the office are our breathing and the faint tick of the clock on the wall.My cheek stays pressed to the scattered contracts. His cum is already leaking out around him and sliding down the inside of my thigh in warm sticky trails.My cunt feels stretched and used and still fluttering with aftershocks.Eventually he eases back. The thick slide of him leaving my body makes me whimper.I stay bent over the desk because my legs do not feel steady enough to stand. Cool air hits the mess between my le
Maya’s pov“Lock it,” I say, the words already out before I fully decide to speak them.Rhett does not hesitate. He crosses the office in three long strides, turns the lock with a sharp click, and then he is on me.One second I am standing near the couch and the next he has me turn around and bend over the wide desk, papers and the closed binder shoved aside with one sweep of his arm. Contracts scatter.My cheek presses to the cool wood and the stack of signed pages still left in the center.He does not undress me all the way.He yanks my skirt up over my hips, drags my soaked underwear down to my knees, and leaves them there.The air hits my wet cunt and I shiver hard.Behind me I hear his belt open, the zipper, the soft sound of fabric. He is still in his shirt, sleeves rolled, tie loose.I feel the head of his cock drag through the mess between my legs, thick and h
Maya’s pov“It is eleven and every slide is finished and every number checks out,” I say, my voice quieter than I mean it to be. The whiskey glass sits empty on the table and the leather couch feels smaller than it did an hour ago. Rhett’s hand is still resting on my knee, thumb moving in slow strokes that make it hard to think straight. My skirt has ridden higher and the heat of his palm soaks straight into my skin.He should tell me to go home. Instead he looks at me like he has already decided I am not leaving yet.“Stay a little longer,” he says. The words come out low and certain. “I am not ready to unlock that door.”The air between us feels thick enough to choke on. My pulse is hammering in my throat and between my legs I am still soaked, the wetness long past the point of soaking through my underwear. Every time I shift on the couch I feel how slippery I have become and the ache only gets worse.“What happens if I stay?” I ask.Rhett’s fingers tighten on my knee. “Then we
Maya’s pov“It is ten o’clock and the presentation is as ready as it is ever going to be,” I say, still sitting in the chair with my skirt wrinkled and my thighs pressed tight together. The numbers are perfect. My body is not. I am still soaked and aching and every breath I take feels too loud in the quiet office.Rhett finally steps back from me. He walks around the desk, loosens his tie with one hand, and pulls the bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer where he keeps it for big clients. The glass clinks when he sets two tumblers on the low table in front of the leather couch.“Come sit,” he says. “We are done with the spreadsheets for tonight.”I stand on legs that still feel unsteady and cross the room. The couch is soft and cool when I sink into it. He sits beside me, close enough that our knees touch, and pours two generous measures. The amber liquid catches the desk lamp. He hands me a glass. Our fingers brush and the contact sends another pulse straight between my legs
Chapter 3 Aira’s POV“Luis this place is insane every time I step inside it feels like another world,” I said as we crossed the threshold into the cool air of the mansion my skin still tingling from the garden touches. The contemporary design hit me with its wide open spaces, sleek lines and mass
Chapter 3 Lila’s POVOh fuck I cannot do this I cannot walk into his house after everything he saw me do on cameraI kept arguing with my parents the whole way down the stairs and out to the car even though I knew it was pointless because they never changed their minds once they decided something,
Chapter 2Lila’s POV“Oh my god what the actual fuck is happening right now I can’t even think straight.”My fingers hit the end call button so hard the laptop shifted across the bed and nearly fell off the edge, cutting the feed dead before Logan could react or say a single word back. My heart wa
Chapter 1 Lila’s POV“Oh fuck yes Daddy, I’m dripping all over my thighs already just thinking about what you’re gonna make me do tonight.”I hit accept on the private video call so fast my fingers fumbled on the laptop keys, my heart pounding hard in my chest as the screen lit up my messy bedroom







