LOGINChapter 5 Elena’s POV“Victor, this suite is beautiful but we really should stick to the profiling questions,” I said as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, my voice already sounding shaky even to my own ears. The private hotel suite felt too intimate with its big king bed, dim lights, and city view through the tall windows. My clothes were still a little damp from the rain and my body was buzzing from hours of his teasing. I set my bag down on the table but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling.He stepped closer, that commanding presence filling the room, salt-and-pepper hair still messy from the rain. “Profiling? We both know what this is, Elena. You’ve been wet for me since the café. I see it in how you press those thighs together every time I open my mouth. Drop the professional act for once.”My breath hitched and I felt another rush of heat flood my pussy. He was right. My no-clients rule was crumbling fast under his experienced stare.
Chapter 4 Elena’s POVThe private executive lounge felt quieter once we settled into the soft leather seats with light refreshments on the low table between us, sparkling water and a plate of fresh fruit and cheese that neither of us touched much. Victor sat across from me but leaned in close, his damp shirt still clinging to his chest from the rain, outlining the solid build that made my eyes keep drifting lower. I crossed my legs under the table, trying to ignore how my soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every small movement.“You’re good at this game, Elena,” Victor started, his voice dropping lower as he picked up a strawberry and turned it slowly in his fingers. “Pushing me to spill every dirty detail about how I want to fuck my next woman. But tell me something real. How does a sharp, sexy twenty-four-year-old like you stay single in a city full of men? I bet you go home after matching everyone else and touch that tight little p
Chapter 3 Elena’s POVWe stepped out into the midday sun along the riverside park paths, the warm breeze carrying the smell of fresh water and cut grass. Victor walked beside me with that long confident stride, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder now, shirt sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. I kept glancing at the way his muscles flexed as he talked, my mind already slipping into filthy territory thinking about those arms pinning me down.“Marriage is a fucking scam, Elena,” Victor said right off, his voice low and rough as we followed the curving path. “I’ve sat through too many trials where the husband swears he loved her while he was balls deep in someone else. People pretend they want connection but all they really crave is a warm hole to fuck and someone to pay the bills. Why the hell would I sign up for that again?”I felt a spark flare up in my chest, that mix of irritation and excitement that made my pulse race faster.
Chapter 2 Elena’s POVI kept my professional smile in place even as Victor’s eyes stayed locked on mine across that corner table, the kind of stare that made my skin feel too tight and my panties start to dampen. “Victor, I’m Elena, head matchmaker here. I’ve built this agency on real results, not fluff. Tell me what you’re really after and I’ll find her for you.”He leaned back in his chair, that salt-and-pepper hair catching the light as he let out a low, mocking laugh. “Real results. Cute. I spend my days ripping apart marriages in court, Elena. I’ve seen husbands fuck their secretaries in the parking lot while their wives cry on the stand. Wives who spent years pretending they liked getting bent over the kitchen counter when all they wanted was a gentle pat on the head. And you think you can just pair me up with some perfect pussy who won’t turn into another nightmare? Save the sales pitch.”His words hit sharp but they also sent a dirty
Chapter 1 Elena’s POVThe morning had gone fucking perfectly, like clockwork in this sleek downtown matchmaking agency where the air always smelled like fresh espresso and expensive cologne. I leaned back in my chair after wrapping up the session with that young couple, watching them grin at each other like they couldn’t believe their luck. The guy kept touching her knee under the table, and she kept blushing every time their eyes met. Another solid match. My record stayed flawless for everyone else, at least.My assistant, Jake, sauntered over with that shit-eating grin of his, sliding a fresh client file across my desk. “Elena, you nailed it again. Those two are gonna be sending you wedding invites and baby announcement cards. But damn, girl, perfect record for every client except yourself, huh? When are you gonna let me set you up with someone who can actually handle that fire you got?”I laughed, flipping him off lightly as I stretched my arm
Chapter 7 Alexandra’s pov“Ethan, keep your hand right there on my thigh and I swear I will drag you behind the next building and ride your cock again before the sun goes down completely,” I whispered low as we sat close on the covered walkway, our notebooks spread out between us. The campus was starting to wind down with more students heading toward evening classes or dorms but the air still felt charged from everything that happened in the shed. My pussy stayed slick and sensitive under the damp jeans his cum mixed with my juices making the fabric cling uncomfortable and hot every time I shifted. The binder crushed my tits but my nipples rubbed raw against it reminding me of his mouth sucking hard.He grinned that confident smile and squeezed my leg higher, his fingers pressing firmly through the denim. “Fuck Alexandra you are killing me. I cannot stop thinking about how tight you felt bent over those mats, your cunt gripping every inch while
Chapter 4 Willow’s POV“You really expect me to sit here next to you like everything is normal after all that shit in the back seat?” I said as I dropped into the front passenger seat with my legs still trembling. The cruiser felt way too small with Grayson right beside me, his thick arm almost b
Chapter 3 Willow’s POV“Are you really locking us in here like this?” I asked as the heavy garage door slammed shut with a loud metal clang that made my stomach flip. I stood there barefoot in that loose gray jumpsuit feeling every inch of the rough fabric rubbing against my bare skin with nothin
Chapter 7Freya’s POV“I still feel you leaking out of me every time I move,” I said quietly while I helped Caleb finish setting the table upstairs in his apartment. My hands were a little shaky as I placed the glasses down. I had changed into a simple dress but nothing could hide how tender my pu
Chapter 6Freya’s POV“I can’t believe that just happened,” I whispered, my voice still hoarse as I lay completely naked against Caleb’s chest on the wide leather couch. My body felt used in the best and most overwhelming way possible. My pussy still pulsed with a deep, sore ache and I could feel







