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The supply closet smelled of antiseptic and desperation, which was exactly how I liked it. I barely had the door closed before Brian was on me, his hands gripping my hips with a force that told me he'd been holding back. "You're a goddamn tease," he growled against my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. "Walking around here like you don't know what you're doing to me." I laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, Doctor. The question is, are you man enough to handle it?" He responded by spinning me around and pressing me against the door, his body hard against mine. I could feel his dick straining against his scrubs, thick and ready. My pussy flooded with moisture at the thought of what was coming. “What’s with the sudden change doc.. yesterday you definitely didn’t want me around or at least you pretended to..” I took a deliberate step forward, my gaze never leaving his. "I see it, you know. The way you're looking at me now. That little crack in your armor. It's all it ever takes, isn't it? Just one tiny crack for someone like me to slip inside." my smile widened. “Don't look so surprised. I've been watching you break down your guard all day, wondering when you'd finally let me see the real you hiding underneath all that... professionalism." "You want to play games, Lisa?" he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding up to cup my breast through the stained uniform. "Let's play." His fingers found my nipple, pinching and twisting until I was moaning against his mouth. When he finally kissed me, it was hungry and demanding, all pretense of professionalism gone. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me in a way that had my knees weak. "Fuck me," I gasped when he finally let me breathe. "Right here, right now." "With all pleasure," he said, yanking my uniform down until my tits spilled out. His mouth was on them instantly, sucking and biting until I was writhing against him. His free hand worked its way under my skirt, finding my pussy soaked and ready. "No panties?" he murmured against my skin. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" "I took them off just for you, Doctor," I moaned as his fingers found my clit. "Now shut up and make me scream." He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he freed his dick. The first thrust had me seeing stars. Thick, long, and hitting spots I didn't even know existed. Each stroke was deliberate, calculated, like the precision of a surgeon but with the raw need of a man who'd been wanting this for days. "Harder," I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't hold back, Brian. I want to feel you for a week." He obliged, his hips snapping against mine with an intensity that had the door rattling. The sounds of our fucking filled the small space with skin slapping against skin, my desperate moans, his grunts of exertion. I was so close, so fucking close to the release I'd been craving since I first laid eyes on him. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "I want to see you when you cum." I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze as the first waves of orgasm crashed over me. "Oh fuck, Brian, yes, just like that, don't stop, don't you dare stop..." My pussy clenched around his dick as I came, hard and messy and exactly what I'd needed. He followed right after, his body tensing as he filled me with his cum, his face buried in my neck as he groaned my name. For a moment, we just stood there, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Then he slowly set me down, adjusting his scrubs like nothing had happened. "That was... very unprofessional," he said, but the smirk on his face told me he wasn't sorry at all. "The best things usually are," I replied, pulling my uniform back into place. "Same time tomorrow, Doctor?" He just laughed as he opened the door. "Don't push your luck, Miss Olandra." But I saw the look in his eyes as he walked away. Brian Anderson was hooked, and we both knew it. The rest of my shift was torture. Every time I passed his office, I could feel his eyes on me, burning through my uniform like he was trying to strip me naked again. By the time my shift ended, my panties were soaked through just from the memory of our encounter. I was heading for the exit when I heard footsteps behind me. "Miss Olandra." I turned to find Brian standing there, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Doctor?" "My office. Now." My pussy clenched at his tone. This wasn't a request but a command. I followed him down the hall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The moment the door closed behind us, he had me pinned against it again. "You think this is a game?" he growled, his hands gripping my wrists. "Walking around here like you own the place, teasing me until I can't think straight?" "I think you like it," I shot back, my voice trembling with excitement. "I think you've been wanting to bend me over your desk since the moment you saw me with Floyd." His jaw tightened, and for a moment I thought he might actually refuse. Then he crashed his mouth against mine, all the restraint from earlier gone. This wasn't the calculated fucking from the supply closet this was raw, primal need. He ripped my uniform down the front, buttons flying everywhere as he exposed my tits. His mouth was everywhere at once sucking, biting, marking me as his. I was already dripping, my body responding to his rough handling like it was made for this. "On the desk," he commanded, yanking my skirt up around my waist. "Now." I scrambled to obey, bending over the polished wood surface as he freed his dick again. This time there was no preamble, no teasing just the hard thrust of his cock filling me completely. "Fuck!" I cried out as he set a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving me closer to the edge. "Yes, Brian, just like that, don't stop..." His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me, the desk rattling with the force of his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building, hot and intense, threatening to overwhelm me completely. "Come for me," he growled, one hand snaking around to rub my clit. "Come all over my dick like the dirty little slut you are." That was all it took. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. He followed moments later, his body tensing as he filled me with his cum. We collapsed against the desk, both breathing heavily. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. "This can't happen again," he finally said, but we both knew he was lying. "Whatever you say, Doctor," I replied with a smirk. "But I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." As I walked away, I knew this was just the beginning. Brian Anderson might think he was in control, but we both knew the truth I had him wrapped around my little finger, and I wasn't letting go anytime soon. Even though i looked a bit disheveled with my stained uniform and a loose button i tried to cover with my sweat shirt, it had been a wonderful day and i’m sure my pussy would agree.Amelia’s POVThe water eventually ran cold, a brutal shock that jolted us both back to reality. He let me down, my legs feeling like jelly as my feet hit the slick tile. We didn't speak. We just watched each other as we toweled off, the air thick with a new, unspoken tension. The war was over, and the aftermath was a strange, quiet hum.He started dressing, pulling on his worn jeans and that dark blue work shirt that had started it all. I watched him, my body still humming with the aftershocks, a dull, pleasant ache between my thighs. I walked over to him as he zipped up, my movements slow, deliberate. I leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He responded, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, a gentle, possessive touch that was a stark contrast to the brutal way he'd handled me moments before."You're not so bad when you're not being a Neanderthal," I murmured against his mouth, my voice a low, teasing purr.He ch
Amelia’s POVThe water was a hot, punishing spray against my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the feeling of him, his rock hard abs and even harder dick. He had wanted to play and was the best fun i’ve had in a while and somehow i still wanted more. More of his weight on me, more of his arms around me, more of his length inside me. The spontaneity of this made it even more exciting. I paid in kind to my handyman!!!!For a second, it was almost quiet, the steam filling the small glass box, a false sense of peace. He reached for the soap, and I saw my chance. My hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, my grip tight. A jolt of power, sharp and electric, shot through me."I'll do it," I snarled, the sound coming from a place inside me I didn't know existed. It wasn't a request. It was a command.I lathered the soap, my eyes locked on his. I saw the flicker of surprise in them, and it fueled me. I started on his chest, my palms sliding over h
He was still breathing hard, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face as he reached for his jeans. "Payment accepted," he grunted, thinking he had won, thinking he had broken her. He was wrong.Something snapped in Amelia. A switch flipped. The shame, the fear, the submission it all evaporated, replaced by a hot, electric current of pure, predatory power. She felt drunk on it, dizzy with it. Before he could pull his jeans up, she moved. It wasn't a thought; it was an instinct. She launched herself off the bed, a fluid, graceful motion, and slammed into him.He grunted in surprise as they crashed back against the wall, his jeans tangled around his ankles. "What the fu.." he started, but she cut him off.She grabbed his face, her nails digging into his cheeks, and crushed her mouth to his. It wasn't a kiss; it was a violent, possessive invasion. Her tongue was a weapon, forcing its way into his mouth, claiming him, tasting her own arousal on his lips. He was stun
The silence in the apartment was different now. It wasn't the sterile, empty silence Amelia was used to; it was thick, humming with a new, unspoken current. Leo worked with a quiet efficiency that was mesmerizing. He didn't just fix things; he seemed to understand them. He moved from the hub to the wall-mounted television, his movements sure and economical. Amelia stood by the kitchen island, pretending to scroll through her phone, but her eyes kept drifting back to him. She was still in her suit, though it felt different now. The sharp lines felt like armor, but armor against what? Against a man who had seen the most secret part of her and hadn't batted an eye? Against the fact that her body was still humming with a residual, shameful heat from his proximity? She felt a knot of confusion in her stomach. He was just a repairman. A blue-collar worker in her world of high finance and abstract art. Yet, watching him kneel on the floor, his competent hands connecting wires, his
The silence in Amelia’s apartment was a luxury she paid a premium for, but today, it was a razor’s edge against her nerves. This house was supposed to be her sanctuary, a pristine glass box floating thirty stories above the chaotic city, a place where every command was anticipated and every comfort automated. Instead, it was a cage. The smart-home system, her pride and joy, had decided to have a nervous breakdown. The lights were flickering in a seizure-inducing rhythm, the blinds were snapping up and down like a manic metronome, and a soft, repetitive chime of the doorbell sound she’d chosen for its serene, Zen-like quality was now a Chinese water torture of electronic beeps.She stood in the middle of her living room, controlled fury. She was wearing a sharp, charcoal-grey pantsuit that probably cost more than the service call, the silk blouse beneath it unbuttoned just enough to be professional, yet alluring. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe,
The day started normal. Too normal for the way we spent yesterday. Sarah wore a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, clothes that were supposed to be safe, but they couldn't hide the way her body still hummed from the night before. Her body was indeed a masterpiece. Jake sat at the table, just a stepson in his hoodie and shorts, but every time he looked at her, it was a hot, heavy touch. Mark was there, a ghost in the machine, his presence a constant, low-level hum of danger. They ate eggs and toast, the food tasting like ash in their mouths, the silence a thick, heavy blanket filled with all the things they couldn't say."We're out of milk," Sarah said, her voice a little too bright, a little too loud. "And bread. I'll have to go to the store.""I'll go with you," Jake said, his voice a low, casual rumble that was a stark, intimate contrast to the raw, guttural growls of the night before. He looked at her, his eyes a dark, intense gaze that was a silent, posse







