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Harvest Moon

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-24 18:15:34

Riley wiped the dust off her camera lens for the third time in ten minutes and cursed under her breath. The rental car had kicked up half the county road on the way in, and now her black jeans and tank top already looked like she’d rolled in the dirt. She was supposed to be shooting a quick feature on “modern family farms.” Two days, in and out. Instead she was standing in front of Caleb Hart’s place with her bag at her feet and zero cell service.

The farmhouse was old but solid--white paint
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    Elena woke up aching in the best way. Her cunt was still tender. Her ass remembered him. When she shifted under the sheets the residual soreness sent a slow pulse of heat through her that made her press her face into the pillow and swear. She didn’t touch herself. She forced herself out of bed, into a cold shower, and stood under the spray until the worst of the need settled into something sharper and more deliberate. She wore black again. Tailored trousers this time; high-waisted, sharp crease—and a soft cream blouse that clung just enough. No bra. The outline of her nipples was visible if anyone looked closely. She left the top two buttons open. Hair in a low knot. The only thing underneath the trousers was skin. Marcus noticed the second she walked into the conference room at 7:55. His eyes dropped to her chest, then lower, then back to her face. Something hungry and approving moved behind his expression before he locked it down. “Trousers,” he said quietly. “Easier

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 5

    Elena barely slept. She kept waking up with her hand already between her legs, two fingers working the memory of Marcus’s cock in her ass, the way he’d come on her stomach and then made her taste it. By 5 a.m. she gave up, got in the shower, and came hard against the tile with the spray beating down on her shoulders and his name in her mouth. She chose the red dress. It was the one she only wore when she wanted the room to look twice. Knee-length, tailored, deep V that showed the inner curves of her breasts, no bra possible. She left the underwear in the drawer again. Black heels. Hair down. The only jewelry was a thin gold chain that sat right in the hollow of her throat. Marcus was already in the conference room when she arrived at 7:40. He looked up from the term sheet, took in the dress, and went very still. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said. “So are you.” The clients came in at nine. Elena’s CEO noticed the dress immediately; she saw the flicker of surpri

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 4

    Elena didn’t go home after she left the conference room. She went down two floors to the women’s executive restroom, locked herself in the largest stall, and stood there with her back against the cold tile while more of Marcus’s come slid down the insides of her thighs. She could still feel the stretch in her ass, the residual burn, the way her cunt kept clenching around nothing. She pressed two fingers inside herself, scooped up what was leaking out of her, and pushed it back in like he’d done. Then she washed her hands, fixed her hair as best she could, and went back to her office to work until the building emptied. At 7:52 she returned to the thirty-second floor. Marcus was already there. Jacket off. Sleeves rolled. Tie gone. He had the term sheet spread across the table and a single glass of something amber sitting near the edge. When she walked in he looked up slowly, eyes tracking from her face to the open collar of the same blouse she’d worn all day, now wrinkled and fa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 3

    Elena woke up wet. Not the polite kind of damp. The kind that had soaked through the thin cotton of her sleep shorts and left a dark patch on the sheets. She’d dreamed about the conference table again—Marcus’s hand in her hair, the wet sound of him fucking her from behind, the way he’d pushed his come back inside her like he was marking territory. She lay there for a full minute with two fingers buried in herself, working the memory until her thighs shook and she came with a quiet, frustrated sound into the pillow. Then she got up, showered, and chose her armor carefully. Black pencil skirt that hit just above the knee. White silk blouse with the top two buttons left open. No bra. No underwear. Heels that made her legs look longer and her walk slower. She pinned her hair up so the back of her neck stayed bare. The mirror showed a woman who looked expensive and controlled. The ache between her legs told a different story. She was in the office by seven-fifteen. Marcus was alr

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    Elena didn’t sleep. She got home a little after midnight, peeled the ruined blouse off, stepped into a scalding shower, and stood under the spray until her skin turned pink. The water ran down the marks he’d left—fingerprints on her hips, a faint bruise where his mouth had been on her breast, the raw ache between her legs that pulsed every time she shifted. She washed the smell of him off her thighs and still felt him. When she finally crawled into bed she put two fingers inside herself and came hard and quiet thinking about the way he’d held her head while he fucked her throat. By morning she was already late for a status conference. She wore a different suit. Black this time. Higher heels. No stockings. She told herself it was because the weather was warm. She was still a liar. Marcus was already at the counsel table when she walked in. He looked rested. Pressed. The same clean cologne. He didn’t smile. He just watched her sit, eyes dropping once to the open collar of her bl

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