Masuk**Chapter 5** **He Bends Me Over His Desk, Fills Me Where He Used to Humiliate Me, and His Wife Texts That She Is in the Lobby**The hallway has two people in it.A junior from comms with a stack of mockups. An intern with coffees. Julian walks like we are discussing a revision. I hold the blouse closed with the hand that is not holding the wet toy and keep my eyes on his back. Nobody stops us. Nobody sees that I am shaking, or that I can still feel his mouth between my legs.He badges the glass office. The door shuts. The privacy tint goes smoky with one tap. Then his public face falls off.“Desk. Now. Hands on the wood. Tits on the contracts.”I bend over the same surface where he once slid a printed email back to me and told me to do it again. My cheek hits letterhead. He yanks the skirt to my waist, slaps my ass hard enough to sting, and slams into me in one thrust that seats him through every hour of that meeting. The stretch knocks a sound out of me. He fists my hair and puts
**Chapter 4** **I Sit in His Monday Meeting With His Toy in Me and Come Quiet While Legal Talks About Q3**I put it in standing up in the last stall on the eighteenth floor.One palm on the painted metal. The other feeding the slim toy into myself until it seats against the place he spent Friday mapping with his cock. I am still sore. I am still slick from thinking about it in the cab. When I walk out and wash my hands, I look like a woman who is late to a standup, not a woman who is full of her boss’s wife’s homework.The conference room is already filling. Same chairs. Same burnt coffee. Same deck with my name on slide four. Julian is at the head of the table in a white shirt that has no right to look ordinary. He does not glance at me when I take the seat two down on his right, close enough that his knee could find mine if he wanted. He waits until I open the laptop.Then he turns it on.The first pulse is low, a live wire seated deep, and I cross my ankles under the table hard e
**Chapter 3** **They Put Me Back on His Cock Until He Comes in Me and His Wife Makes Me Thank Him for It**Elise does not give me a minute to remember I have a spine.She rolls me onto my side, hooks my top leg over her hip, and slots her cunt against mine again, grinding through the slick Julian left when he pulled out. The rub is filthy and exact. My clit is already too sensitive and she does not care. She sucks my nipple, then the other, pinching when I twitch, her tits pressed to mine.“He is going to put it back in you,” she murmurs against my breast. “You are going to take it. You are going to come on it. And when he fills you, you say thank you like a woman who knows who signs her life.”Julian gets behind me. His hand finds my hair first, always the hair, and he slams into me in one stroke that seats him to the hilt. The stretch punches a sound out of me that Elise swallows with her mouth. He starts pounding from behind while she scissors against my clit around his shaft, th
**Chapter 2** **His Wife Sits on My Face and My Boss Pulls My Hair While He Fucks Me**Elise draws the zipper down like she has all night and none of my dignity to protect.The skirt loosens. It hits the carpet. I am in the black bra and the underwear I chose for a stranger, and both of them are already losing. Elise unhooks the bra from behind and my tits spill into the warm room. She reaches around and weighs them in her palms, thumbs rubbing my nipples until they tighten, her mouth at my ear.“Look at him while I do this. I want him to see what he has been barking at all week.”I look. Julian is still by the window, slacks tented, glass forgotten. His eyes are on my chest, then on Elise’s hands, then on my face. He does not come closer yet. The waiting is its own kind of order.Elise walks me backward to the bed and sits me on the edge. She peels my underwear down my thighs and hums when she finds me slick. Two fingers stroke through me, spreading the wetness, then push in withou
**Chapter 1** **I Meet a Beautiful Woman in a Hotel Lobby and Her Husband Is the Man Who Spent All Week Tearing Me Apart**Julian Crowe does not raise his voice. That is the worst part.He can make a whole room go quiet with my first name. Harper, the numbers on slide six are lazy. Harper, if you cannot hold a client’s eye, do not sit at the table. Harper, stay late and fix it, and do not look at me like I owe you a softer tone. I stay late. I fix it. I walk out past the glass office with my badge still clipped on and my jaw aching from how hard I have been not crying in the bathroom like a cliché.By Friday the week has a taste. Burnt coffee. Printer heat. The particular shame of being good at a job and still feeling disposable. I ride the elevator down with people who say have a good weekend and I smile like I have plans that are not a studio apartment and a ceiling fan.At home I order noodles I do not finish. I open the app because I want a stranger’s hands and a night that does
**Chapter 4** **The Bachelor Walks In, They Keep Me Tied, and I Leave the Showing Full of Everyone Who Wanted the House**Roxanne does not untie me for the last appointment.She wipes my mouth with the corner of the white sheet, smooths my hair like she is staging a centerpiece, and leaves my wrists bound to the headboard. Nathan sits in the chair by the glass with his slacks open and his marriage sitting in his face. Lila curls against my side, one thigh thrown over mine, two fingers lazy in the mess already leaking out of me. Carter pours himself water from the ensuite like this is a normal open house.The doorbell downstairs is punctual.Roxanne’s professional voice floats up the stairwell, then the suite door opens on a man in a dark jacket and no wedding ring. He is younger than Carter, older than me, the kind of bachelor who buys views and does not ask what happened on the furniture. He stops when he sees the bed.Roxanne does not explain. She never does.“This is the primary.
CHAPTER 1I’m trying so hard to be good.Mom left for her business trip this morning, kissing my forehead and telling me to behave while she’s gone for the whole week. She has no idea that the moment her car pulled out of the driveway, my mind went straight to the forbidden place it always does.My
Chapter 3I had forgotten my phone charger. That was the only reason I returned to the office at 9:30 p.m. Everyone had left.The building sat mostly dark except for the single light still glowing in Elena’s corner office. I pushed the glass doors open quietly. I was just going to grab the char
CHAPTER 2By Day Three, I had grown bolder. I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course. Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my
I Can’t Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss’s PussyI had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days. Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning. She was thirty-one. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blu







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