The office wellness room had always been a sterile afterthought — a space designed for brief meditation or the occasional headache retreat. But now, under Roman’s orders, it had transformed into something far more specific, something far more personal. The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill.Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence, to their hunger. She was becoming something ne
The air inside Roman’s office was thick with the scent of arousal and milk. Nora’s breath came in short, shaky bursts as she leaned forward against the polished desk, bare from the waist up, blouse crumpled on the floor beside her bra. Her breasts, still slick with his mouth, tingled with a blend of relief and new, aching hunger. Roman hadn’t touched her below the waist yet, but her thighs were trembling, her soaked panties sticking to her skin, her need screaming beneath the weight of the tension he built with every whispered order. She felt unsteady, unraveling in a way that was terrifying and addictive. Roman stood behind her, composed but alert, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching her with a hunger that hadn’t been sated. And then the door opened.Neither of them had heard the footsteps. Neither of them had even thought to lock the door. Nora gasped, spinning halfway around as Ellis stepped into the room.He stopped cold.His eyes took in the
Nora adjusted the front of her blouse for the third time that morning, praying the jacket she wore concealed the damp spots she could already feel blooming through the lace of her bra. She cursed under her breath, clutching her tablet tighter as she entered the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of Halden & Cross Enterprises. Her maternity leave had ended two weeks ago, and she had been determined to come back sharp, efficient, unshakable. But nothing had prepared her for how her body would rebel. Despite weaning her daughter six weeks prior, her breasts still swelled with milk by midday, aching and full, tight in ways that made her squirm in her chair. The nursing pads helped — for a while. But when the pressure built and the heat inside her suit jacket rose, Nora could barely focus on her screen, let alone contribute to strategy meetings.Her heels clicked against the marble tiles as she walked briskly into the main office space, ignoring the stares of two junior analysts she passed
Talia woke with sore thighs and the scent of another man still between her legs. Her husband was gone, already dressed and halfway through his morning routine. She could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, speaking into a Bluetooth headset, likely confirming another deal, another investor, another distraction from the hollow marriage they pretended still held meaning. The sun streamed through the curtains, catching the sheen of sweat still on her skin. She pressed her legs together and bit her lip. It wasn’t guilt that curled inside her. It was hunger. Residual. Insatiable. Still burning.Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was c
There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers with clients on speakerphone. The danger was the aphrodisiac. Every time they nearly got caught, her body responded like it had found a new high.Tonight, the stakes rose even higher.Richard had planned a small dinner party at their home. Three couples. Wine. Soft jazz. Candles. Classy. Comfortabl
It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was exactly what she needed. Talia had never felt so alive, so entirely in control and out of it all at once. The more wrong it became, the more it ignited her. And Cameron, God help her, Cameron never hesitated. He never asked questions. He never flinched. Every time she called, he came. Every time she teased, he followed. Every time she gave him a part of her body, he took it like he deserved it. Like he had been waiting for her to finally notice he had always been watching.Tonight, she didn’t want the kitchen counter. She didn’t want hurried minutes in the garage or the backseat of the car while her husband stood three feet away on a call. No. She wanted him in the one place no other man had ever touched her. The one space Richard thought belonged to him and him alone. Their bed. The bed where he made love to her like it was a checklist. The bed where she had faked orgasms and counted ceiling tiles. The bed where she had once cried herself to