LOGINMy boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 2: Fixing the shelf 🫦💦 I wasn’t expecting anyone when the knock sounded through my door. It was a little after six-thirty. I had only been home long enough to change into soft shorts and an old sweater, hair pulled up into a messy bun. The apartment still smelled faintly like the coffee I had burned that morning. I was standing in the kitchen trying to decide between cereal or leftover takeout when I heard the knock. For a second I just stood there. Then I wiped my hands on a towel and walked to the door. When I checked the peephole, my stomach did a small, unexpected flip. Noah Calder stood in the hallway holding a glass container with both hands. I opened the door. “Hi,” he said. His voice had the same quiet tone I remembered from two nights ago. “Sorry to just show up. My dad made way too much food after my mom came home from the hospital, and he basically ordered me to bring you some. He said it’s the least he co
“I don’t know. He just always seems so focused on work. I didn’t think he talked about any of us outside the office.” Noah leaned one hip against the counter, looking more comfortable than he had at the door. “He does. Especially lately. He’s been overwhelmed. Last night really shook him up.” “Is his wife okay?” “She’s stable now. It was a scare more than anything, but it freaked him out.” He looked down at his glass for a second. “That’s why he was so set on me bringing this over tonight. He kept saying you stayed without complaining.” “There wasn’t much to complain about. He needed help.” Noah watched me for a moment, something quiet and thoughtful in his expression. “Most people still would have complained.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I took a sip of water instead. The apartment felt warmer with another person in it. I had gotten used to the quiet. Having him standing in my kitchen, tall and a little uncertain, made the space feel different. “Do you want
My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 1: A little something 🥵💦💦 I was still in my work clothes when the knock came on my door. It was past seven. I had only been home for twenty minutes, long enough to drop my bag by the door and start heating up leftover pasta. My feet hurt from the heels I’d worn all day, and my head was still half stuck in the chaos of the night before. My boss, Mr. Calder, had called me at almost ten o’clock asking if I could come back to the office. His wife had been taken to the hospital. He needed someone to help handle the client files that couldn’t wait until morning. I had stayed until after one. I wasn’t expecting anyone. But then a knock sounded through the door. I turned off the stove and walked to the door, checking the peephole out of habit. The man standing in the hallway wasn’t a neighbor. He was tall, dark-haired, maybe a few years older than me, holding a small paper bag in one hand. I opened the door halfway. “Hi?” I said. He
Chapter 10 - Satisfaction He didn't rush. That was the first thing. The first two times had been fast and desperate and half-clothed and always with one ear cocked for footsteps. This time he took his time. He walked me back against the wall and pinned me there with his body and kissed me slow and deep and thorough, both hands cupping my face, and I let him. Then he pulled my sports bra up over my head and dropped it on the floor and looked at me. "Turn around," he said. I turned around. He ran his hands down my back, slowly, from my shoulders to the swell of my ass, and then he knelt down behind me and put his mouth on the back of my thigh. I gasped. He kissed his way up the back of my leg… slowly, deliberate, his mouth warm and wet on my skin… and when he got to the top he bit me, just hard enough to make me jump, and then he stood up and turned me back around and pushed me down onto the bench. "Sit down,” he said. I sat. He knelt in front of me and pulled my
Chapter 9 - The Disguise The work detail ruined me. Not the sex… the sex was the only part of it that made sense anymore. It was everything else. Seeing him everyday but not being able to do anything but stand there and watch him. Two more shifts like that and I was going to lose my mind. The brief touches and moments weren't enough. The stolen minutes in the restroom weren't enough. I needed a whole night. I needed hours. I needed him the way you need water. So I made a plan. I called the station at six that morning and I used my best sick voice and I told Sergeant Doyle I'd been throwing up all night and couldn't keep anything down and I didn't want to risk bringing it in. He told me to take the week if I needed it. I told him three days would probably do it. He said take four to be safe and I said thank you sir and hung up and lay back in my bed. I spent the first day putting the disguise together. The second day I practiced in it in front of my bathroom mirror until
Chapter 8 - The Restroom The restroom was a single stall with a metal door and a concrete floor and a sink with a cracked mirror over it and a window high up in the wall with frosted glass. I pulled the door shut behind us and turned the lock and Marcus was on me before the bolt clicked. His mouth hit mine and his hands went to my belt and I grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and pulled him in and we stumbled back against the sink with my ass hitting the porcelain and his body pinning me there. He got my belt open and my pants down over my hips and I got his jumpsuit open and his cock out and it was so hard and heavy in my hand. "Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. "You weren't lying." "I don't lie with things like this." He got his hand between my legs and found me soaked through my underwear and he laughed low against my neck. "You're the one who's been sitting on a bench with wet panties for an hour." "Shut up and fuck me." He turned me around immediately and then be
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.







