MasukJulie’s pov“Alright, open the last one,” Marcus said after he set the finished folder aside and pulled a thinner manuscript from the bottom of the stack. The outer office stayed dark and quiet beyond the glass. Only the desk lamp and the overhead lights in his office kept the space bright enough to read.I flipped the cover and scanned the first page. “This one already looks different. The writing’s tighter.”“It is. The author knows what she wants on the page. Read the marked section on page thirty-four out loud so I can hear how it lands.”I turned to the page and started reading the scene where the woman in the story was bent over a desk while the man behind her kept talking in her ear about exactly what he planned to do next. The words were direct, no soft fruit comparisons, just clear dirty intent. My voice stayed steady but my thighs pressed together under the desk by the time I finished the paragraph.Marcus watched me over the top of his own copy. “Your face changed halfwa
Julie’s pov“Come in and shut the door behind you,” Marcus said the second I stepped over the threshold of his glass office. His voice stayed level, no extra warmth, just that low controlled tone that made the rest of the floor noise fade the moment the door clicked shut.I closed it and stood there a second longer than I needed to, feeling the shift in the air. His office smelled like paper and cleaned expensive soap. He was already sitting behind the wide desk, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loosened just enough to show the base of his throat. Forty-four looked good on him in a way that made my stomach pull tight. Sharp face, calm eyes that didn’t miss much, hands steady as he flipped open a folder and set it aside.“Sit,” he said, nodding at the chair across from him.I sat, crossed my legs, and tried not to fidget with the hem of my skirt. The chair was firmer than the ones out on the floor and it forced me to sit up straight. “You wan
Julie’s pov“Fuck, another stack of manuscript pages that read like someone copied a dictionary and called it a novel,” I muttered under my breath while shifting in the stiff office chair that had already started killing my lower back. The fluorescent lights above the open-plan floor of Hartwell Press hummed steady and ugly, the kind of sound that made you want to scream after three hours. I had been here since eight, and it was only eleven now. My coffee had gone cold an hour ago and the sugar at the bottom of the cup tasted like regret.Across from me, Lena, the other intern who somehow always smelled like expensive shampoo and pure confidence, leaned over her own pile of papers and whispered, “You look like you’re about to set that whole desk on fire, Julie.”I glanced up and gave her a half-smile. “I’m seriously considering it. This one has a love scene where the guy compares the girl’s tits to ‘ripe summer fruit’ three times in two paragraphs. Wh
Alina’s pov“You’re not walking me out,” I said, still standing near the piano with his cum slowly leaking down the inside of my thigh. The studio door stayed locked. Neither of us had moved to open it.David leaned back against the keys, pants still open, cock wet and half-hard again already. “No. I’m not. We’re past the hour we should have stopped and I’m not done looking at the mess I made of you.”I glanced at the clock. It was later than it should have been. My mother had long since left. His wife was due soon but the door stayed shut and the lock stayed turned.“She’s going to pull into the driveway,” I said.“Then we listen for the car and you hide in the bathroom if we hear it. Until then you stay right there with my cum running down your leg.”I didn’t move toward the door. I stayed in the middle of the room while he watched me.The air smelled like sex. My skirt was wrinkled and my underwear was soaked through and stuck to me.“Come her
Alina’s pov“Don’t pull out yet,” I said, still sitting on his cock with my forehead against his shoulder. We were both breathing hard. The metronome kept ticking somewhere behind us like it had no idea what just happened on the bench.David’s hand was still over my mouth for a second longer before he slowly moved it away. His other hand stayed locked on my ass, keeping me sunk all the way down on him. I could feel him still hard inside me, twitching every time my walls fluttered around him.“You’re still squeezing,” he muttered. “Fucking greedy.”“It feels too good to stop.” I rolled my hips once in a slow circle and watched his jaw tighten. “You’re still hard.”“No shit. You just came all over me and you’re sitting here wet and open. Of course I’m still working hard.” He thrust up into me once, deep and deliberate, just to make me gasp. “But we can’t stay like this all night.”I didn’t move off him. I kept him buried inside me while I caught my br
Alina’s pov“I can’t keep sitting here like this,” I said, voice rough. The metronome was still ticking but neither of us cared anymore. His fingers were still inside my underwear, slick and slow, and I was done waiting.I turned on the bench until I was facing him. He stayed seated, legs spread, watching me with dark eyes while I reached for his belt. The leather came open easily. I dragged the zipper down and shoved his pants and boxers lower on his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at you.”I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once from base to head, feeling how hot and heavy he was. Then I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He groaned low and deep when my lips closed around the head. I sank lower, taking more of him, tasting the clean salt of his skin. My tongue dragged along the underside while I sucked.“That’s it,” he said, one hand coming to rest on the b







