MasukThe first-class cabin was nearly empty on the red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles.I had splurged on the upgrade using accumulated miles, desperate for some peace and quiet after a week of brutal depositions that had left me emotionally drained.As a litigation attorney, I was used to stress, but this case had pushed me to my absolute limits, and I just wanted to close my eyes and not think about anything for six blissful hours.That plan went out the window the moment I saw who was sitting in the seat next to mine. Landon Sterling.Tech billionaire. Notorious playboy.Currently gracing the cover of every business magazine with that infuriatingly perfect jaw and those piercing grey eyes that seemed to be perpetually amused by some private joke.I recognized him immediately from the countless articles I'd read, not because I was interested in tech news but because it was impossible to exist in the modern world without knowing who Landon Sterling was.He was thirty-two, self-mad
True to his word, Jensen spent the entire day showing me exactly what he'd been imagining for the past year.After our encounter in the backyard, he'd carried me inside and taken me against the kitchen counter while I was still half-dressed.Then again in his shower, water streaming over us as he pressed me against the tile and thrust into me from behind.Now we were in his bedroom, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, and I was on my hands and knees on his king-sized bed while he knelt behind me and drove into me with deep measured strokes."I can't believe we wasted all that time," he said, his hands gripping my hips."A whole year of being neighbors, and all it took was you getting stuck in my fence." "Maybe I should get stuck more often," I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts."If this is how you rescue people." He laughed and smacked my ass lightly, making me yelp."Only you, sweetheart. This rescue service is exclusive.VIP access only, and you have a lifetime
His 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.
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
The tentacles slow their rhythm but don't withdraw. I'm still filled in every hole, still trembling from countless orgasms, still feeling its presence in my mind like a warm embrace.You've exceeded every expectation. The voice resonates with something like affection. So willing. So receptive. Your
Corvin approaches the bed after Bastian's knot releases. He moves with a predator's grace, unhurried, completely controlled. Where the others showed their desire openly, he keeps his locked away behind those dark eyes."Turn over." His voice is quiet but carries the weight of command.I roll onto m







