Dirty Pretty Things: Short erotica collections

Chapter 2Alex's POV My breath caught in my throat the second his words sank in.Oh my God. This was happening. Mia's dad, standing here with his sweat-slicked body, saying that. My thighs clenched involuntarily, heat pooling low in my belly. I should have been nervous, should have hesitated, but all I felt was a wild, reckless thrill. I'd wanted this for years and fucking finally he was seeing me not as his daughter's best friend, but as a fully grown woman.And now with a friend here too, his gaze raking over me like he already knew every filthy thought I’d ever had about his best friend.It was more than I'd imagined, but God, I wanted it.Cole chuckled from behind him, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers straight to my core."Sharing already, Harlan? Generous of you." He took a swig from the glass, tongue flicking over his lower lip before the glass met the counter with a soft clink. "But I think she made enough for all of us."Mr. Harlan took a step closer, closing the dis

Chapter 1June's POVI stared at myself in the foggy mirror of the locker room, my chest roaring in my ears. My nipples were still peaked from the cold air and the leftover adrenaline, pressing sharp against the inside of my arms as I crossed them.Phew, I'd almost lost today's match by a heartbeat — three one-hundredths, to be exact — but that razor-thin margin wasn’t what had my pulse racing now.It was him.Right before the meet, when I’d leaned against the starting block and teased him about needing “extra motivation,” Coach Finn had given me that slow, half-smirk and said in a low tone that only I could hear:“If you take gold in the 100 free, I’ll get you something special. Whatever you want.”His eyes had dropped to my mouth for half a second too long, lingering on the curve of my lower lip before flicking back up. I’d laughed then, tossing my hair back. “Careful what you promise, Coach. I have expensive taste.”But I’d known exactly what I wanted. And now that I’d won, by that

Chapter 3June's POV His brows lifted.My hand slipped between us again, bolder this time. Fingers found the drawstring of his track pants, tugged it loose, then dipped inside. The waistband gave easily. Since there were no belt or underwear, just hot, bare skin and the thick, heavy length of him already straining upward.I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him free.God.My mouth watered instantly. The BBC stereotype was real! He was bigger I’d imagined in all those late-night fantasies— long, thick, beautifully curved upward in that wicked C-shape that promised to hit every spot that mattered. The dark shaft gleamed faintly in the low bus light, veins standing out thick and prominent under the rich brown skin, the flushed head already slick and beading at the tip. I gave one slow, testing stroke from base to tip and felt him twitch hard in my palm.“June,” he hissed, his voice cracking with strain. “There are twenty girls on this bus."“I know but my prize isn’t finished,”

Chapter 1Scarlet’s POV“Scar…” Mr. Blackwell’s voice was a low growl, his breath hot against my ear. “Care to explain why you’re not wearing any fucking underwear?”His fingers inched higher between my thighs, teasing my entrance with a stroke that made my knees threaten to give out. The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks.“Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.Goodness gracious. This couldn’t be real. Blackwell Ashford touching me? Blackwell Ashford was touching me. The man I’d been fantasizing about since my first day on

Chapter 3Scarlet’s POV“Did you just say you’ve been wanting this?” I asked, my eyes locked on his, searching for any sign I’d misheard. “Or did I hallucinate that part?”He didn’t answer right away. Just held my gaze, those sharp blue eyes heavy and unreadable, making me second-guess everything.Then he leaned in, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You really don’t remember me, do you, Scar?”Remember him? My mind tripped over itself. I knew every line of his face from months of stolen glances across conference tables, but before the job? Nothing. We’d never—“I definitely remember you,” I said, lifting my chin defiantly. “You’re my boss.”His smirk was slow, dark, and entirely too satisfied. “Oh, I’m aware.” His teeth grazed my earlobe in a sharp, deliberate nip that sent a jolt straight down my spine. “But let’s see if I can jog that pretty memory of yours.”I stepped back just enough to look him in the eye, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re acting like we’