LOGINMy boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 4: The kiss 💋💦💦🥵 The rain started about twenty minutes after Noah arrived. He had only meant to drop off a signed document his father needed me to have before morning. The sky had already looked dark when I opened the door, but neither of us said anything about it. By the time I set the folder on the counter and offered him tea, the first hard drops of the rain were hitting the windows. “I should go before it gets worse,” he said, glancing toward the glass. A low rumble of thunder answered him. Then the rain came down heavily, it was thick enough that the streetlights outside blurred. We both stood there watching it for a second. “That’s not letting up anytime soon,” I said quietly. Noah exhaled through his nose. “Yeah.” I pulled a second mug down from the cabinet without asking. “Stay until it calms down. You’ll get soaked walking to the car in this.” He didn’t argue. I made tea while the storm settled over th
My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 3: I should go💋💦 Three days after Noah brought the food, I washed the glass dish, dried it, and left it on the counter meaning to return it somehow. That evening there was a knock at my door a little past six. When I opened it, Noah stood there with one hand in his pocket and a slightly sheepish look on his face. “Hey,” he said. “I figured I should get the container back before my dad starts asking about it. He tracks kitchen stuff like it’s company inventory.” I laughed under my breath and stepped aside. “Come in. I washed it already.” He followed me to the kitchen. I handed him the container, and for a second we both just stood there. It would have been easy for him to take it and leave. Instead he glanced toward the stove. “Have you eaten?” “Not yet.” “I could help make something simple.” I should have said I was fine. Instead I heard myself say, “Okay.” We ended up making eggs and toast because it was easy an
My 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
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.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
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







