LOGINHis words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication and promise. I should have gotten up.I should have made a joke, grabbed my skirt, and rushed off to work pretending this never happened. That would have been the sensible thing to do.Instead, I rolled my hips experimentally, grinding down against the hard length I could feel through his jeans.Jensen's sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying. "That's not a no," he observed, his voice strained."It's not a no," I confirmed. His hands tightened on my hips and he sat up in one fluid motion, bringing us face to face with me straddling his lap.One of his hands came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me close. "I've wanted to do this since you moved in," he murmured against my lips."Watching you in your garden in those little shorts.Seeing you come home from work all buttoned up and wondering what you looked like under." "I thought you barely noticed me." "I noticed everything." His mouth found mine in a kiss that wa
I knew I shouldn't have tried to take a shortcut through the old fence.The gap between the wooden slats had looked wide enough when I'd spotted it from across my neighbor's backyard.I was late for work, my usual route was blocked by construction, and squeezing through seemed like the obvious solution at the time.Now I was trapped. Wedged tight at the hips with my ass sticking out one side and my torso on the other.The rough wood pressed into my hipbones no matter how much I wiggled or tried to push myself backward."Are you kidding me right now?" I muttered to myself, trying once again to squeeze through.My pencil skirt had ridden up almost to my waist, and I could feel the morning breeze on my bare thighs above my stockings. This was humiliating.I heard a sliding door open somewhere behind me. "Well, well.What do we have here?" The voice was deep and amused, and I immediately recognized it.Jensen Carey. My irritatingly hot neighbor who I'd been avoiding ever since I'd drunken
I thought about Graham's dinner invitation for three days before finally making a decision that would change everything about my careful and professional life."I'm transferring you to a different coordinator," I told him at his next appointment."Donna will handle all your collections from now on." His face fell, disappointment clear in every feature."I understand completely. I shouldn't have put you in that position.I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my suggestion." "You didn't make me uncomfortable." I handed him a small slip of paper with my personal phone number written on it."You made me want something I'm not allowed to want while you're my client.So I.m fixing the conflict of interest problem properly." The smile that transformed his face was worth every ethical concern I had wrestled with for days."Does this mean what I think it means..." "It means call me after five o'clock and ask me to dinner properly like a gentleman.Without any professional complications be
I started by dimming the lights further still and putting on some soft calming ambient music that we kept specifically for nervous or anxious donors who needed extra relaxation support before collection."Close your eyes," I instructed gently."Take some slow deep breaths and try to let go of all the pressure you've been putting on yourself." Graham obeyed, his chest rising and falling as he worked to calm himself.I could see the tension in his jaw slowly beginning to ease as the music and atmosphere worked their magic on his frazzled anxious nerves."I'm going to begin now," I announced, my hands moving to the button of his jeans."Just keep breathing and let me handle everything." He lifted his hips slightly to help me work more easily his jeans and underwear down his thighs.His cock was half-hard already, clearly responding to the anticipation even if his conscious mind was still battling anxiety."That's good," I encouraged, wrapping my hand around him with practiced confidence.
Working at the fertility clinic was supposed to be a temporary job while I finished my nursing degree, but three years later I was still there working and surprisingly content with my unexpected career choice.Most of my work involved routine procedures and patient care, helping hopeful couples navigate the complicated process of assisted reproduction.But my favorite part of the job was the donor program, specifically the collection room where male donors provided samples for storage and future use.The room was designed to be comfortable and private, with a television, magazines, and a comfortable recliner.My job was to prepare the room between donors, ensure proper labeling of specimens, and occasionally assist donors who had difficulty producing samples.That last part was exactly where things got interesting."We have a new donor coming in today," my supervisor Donna announced during our morning briefing."He.s been having significant trouble producing viable samples at his prev
He stripped me bare with reverent hands, kissing every inch of skin he revealed as if it were sacred.When I was finally naked on the leather couch, he knelt between my thighs and just looked at me for a long moment, his dark eyes devouring the sight."You're nothing like her," he murmured. "You may wear her face, but everything under is completely different.Better." "Less talking," I demanded, reaching for his belt."More doing." He laughed and let me undress him, his breath catching when my fingers wrapped around his hard length.He was big, thick and heavy in my hand, and the thought of having him inside me made me clench with anticipation."We have to be quiet," he warned, positioning himself at my entrance."The walls have ears in this house." "Then you'll have to find a way to keep me quiet." His mouth covered mine as he pushed inside, swallowing my moan as he stretched me deliciously open.He filled me completely, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against mine and I coul
The ridges drag against my walls as he pushes deeper, each bump and texture hitting spots I didn't know existed, making me see stars with every impossible inch. The stretch is immense, almost painful, but my body is so wet and wanting that I take him anyway."So tight." He's growling, tusks bared,
The adult theater is exactly as seedy as I expected.Neon signs flicker outside, advertising live shows and private booths. The parking lot is half-full of anonymous sedans, men coming and going with their collars up and their eyes down. The guy behind the counter barely looks up when I pay for adm
His cock is cold as it enters me, cold as death, but within seconds my heat is transferring to him and he's warming inside me, warming from my body, feeding on my life in a way that has nothing to do with blood."So hot." He groans against my shoulder. "So tight. Humans are always so warm."He fuck
I kneel in the center of his throne room, wearing nothing but a thin white shift that does little to hide my body.The villagers left me here an hour ago. The annual tribute. A virgin sacrifice to keep the vampire lord from descending on our town. Most girls are dragged here screaming. I walked in







