Mag-log inI stood in front of the mirror in my small apartment, smoothing down the black pencil skirt that hugged my hips a little too tightly. The cream blouse I paired it with was professional on the surface, but the way it clung to my breasts and dipped just low enough to show a hint of cleavage made it anything but innocent. I had chosen this outfit on purpose. I wanted Damien to look at me. I wanted him to want me the way I had wanted him for years. Was I really trying to seduce my brother's best friend and my boss?”
My heart was already racing as I grabbed my bag and headed to Blackthorn Enterprises.
When I stepped into Damien’s top-floor office, he was already at his desk, looking devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored dark suit. The moment his eyes lifted and landed on me, I felt it…that intense, icy gaze dragging slowly down my body, lingering on my breasts, my waist, the curve of my hips. This plan was already working faster than I had imagined.
“Good morning, Elena,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You’re early.”
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat between my legs. “Good morning, Mr. Blackthorn. I wanted to make a good first impression.”
His eyes flicked back up to my face. “You certainly did.” He leaned back in his chair, watching me with that intense gaze that always made me feel naked. “I have a project I need you to work on. The quarterly report. I emailed you the details last night. Have you started?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice a little breathy. I had stayed up late working on it, but mostly I had been thinking about him. Fantasizing about him bending me over this very desk.
“Alright, I'll let you know when I need it.
I felt my cheeks warm. I was already wet. Just from one look. I pressed my thighs together discreetly as I walked to my new desk, which was placed right inside his office, only a few feet away from his.
The morning passed in a haze of tension.
Damien tried to focus on his work, but I caught him glancing at me multiple times. Every time our eyes met, he looked away immediately but the air between us grew thicker. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, the friction making me even wetter. I wondered if he could tell. If he knew how badly I was dripping for him, how I wanted him to bend me over his desk and finally take what we both clearly craved.
Around 11 AM, he called me over.
“Elena, I need the project I assigned you yesterday?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, grabbing my laptop. My hands were slightly shaky as I walked around his desk and stood beside him, opening the file to show him the report.
As the screen loaded, my stomach dropped.
The chat window with my best friend Sarah was still open.
Sarah: So tell me… have you fucked him yet?
Me: Not yet… but God, I want to. I’ve been having the filthiest dreams about him every night. I wore this tight skirt today just so he would look at me. I’m so wet already just being near him.
Sarah: Girl, you’re playing with fire. He’s your brother’s best friend. If Ryan finds out…
Me: I know. But I can’t stop thinking about him bending me over his desk and fucking me raw.
I thought of closing the tab but it was already too late, he had already seen it. Damien went completely still beside me.
His eyes were fixed on the screen and right then I wanted to disappear. I watched his jaw clench, his hand tightening on the arm of his chair. When he finally looked up at me, his icy-blue eyes were burning with something dangerous.
“Elena,” he said slowly, his voice was too low it made my skin tingle, “is this how you talk about your boss with your friends?”
My face burned with embarrassment. I tried to close the laptop, but his hand shot out and stopped me.
“I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “That wasn’t meant for you to see. I didn’t mean…”
Damien stood up slowly, towering over me. He gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to look directly into his eyes.
“Come closer,” he commanded.
I obeyed, my legs trembling as I stepped in front of him. He sat back on his chair and dragged me down suddenly, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I gasped as I felt how hard he already was beneath me.
Damien cupped my face with one hand, the other gripping my hip tightly, pulling me flush against his erection.
“You want to fuck me, Elena?” he growled, his voice dark and filthy. “You’ve been dreaming about my cock? About me bending you over this desk and ruining you?”
I whimpered, my pussy clenching hard at his words. I was soaked, grinding against him without meaning to.
“Yes…” I whispered, shame and lust mixing together. “No… I mean no. This isn't about you, please…”
His hand squeezed my ass possessively as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine.
“Don’t lie to me El, I saw the message myself. You said you were fucking wet for me and want me to…”
My phone suddenly rang on the desk. Ryan’s name flashed on the screen.
We both froze.
Dinner that evening was a carefully balanced performance.Ethan sat at the head of the table, relaxed and happy to have his brother around, talking animatedly about a new project at work. I played my role perfectly—smiling, nodding, serving seconds, laughing at the right moments. The perfect wife. The dutiful hostess.But underneath the table, Marcus’s foot rested lightly against mine.It started innocently enough. A brush that could have been accidental. Then it stayed. His ankle hooked gently behind mine, warm skin against warm skin. Every time I shifted, he followed. My heart hammered so hard I was sure Ethan would hear it.I kept my eyes on my plate, cheeks warm, while my body betrayed me completely. My nipples were tight, aching points against my bra. Between my thighs, I was shamefully wet. The slow, secret pressure of Marcus’s leg against mine sent little pulses of heat straight to my clit. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the throb, but it only made it worse.What
The next morning, the house felt different. Charged. Like the air itself was holding its breath.Ethan kissed my cheek at the door, briefcase in hand, smelling of his usual clean aftershave. “I’ll be home around six. Show Marcus around if he needs anything. Maybe take him to the grocery store later if he wants.” He smiled, completely oblivious, then left for work.I stood in the quiet kitchen for a long moment, gripping my coffee mug. Two years of polite, predictable mornings. Two years of feeling like a comfortable accessory in my own marriage. Ethan was a good man—he worked hard, remembered anniversaries, never raised his voice. But somewhere along the way, the passion had drained out, our sex had become mechanical. A quick release for him, leaving me lying awake afterward, staring at the ceiling, fingers sometimes sneaking between my legs to finish what he couldn’t. I hated how much I craved more. Rough hands. Filthy words. A man who took instead of asked.And now Marcus was living
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My breath completely hitched in my throat. I looked up into his dark eyes, the sheer intensity in his gaze making my pulse throb heavily in my veins. Every wall I had tried to keep between us had already crumbled during dinner. There was nothing left but want.“I don’t think we need to talk anymore, Kai,” I whispered, my voice thick with the need I had been burying for days.A low, dark growl escaped the back of his throat. In one explosive motion, he gripped my waist and lifted me straight out of the chair as if I weighed nothing. My back hit the nearest wall with a soft thud, and his heavy frame closed the distance immediately, pinning me flat against the drywall. My hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the cotton of his black t-shirt as the solid heat of his body pressed fully against mine.He didn’t waste another second.His mouth crashed down on mine, fierce and completely starving. This kiss wasn’t like the one on the counter the other night. It was unhinged — raw,
I knocked twice.The low hum of music inside stopped almost immediately, replaced by the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps approaching the door. The lock clicked, and the door swung inward.Kai stood there, and my breath caught all over again.He wasn’t wearing his usual sweatpants or workout gear. Instead, he had on a pair of dark, well-fitting jeans that sat low on his hips and a plain black t-shirt that stretched perfectly across his broad chest and shoulders. His dark hair was still slightly damp from a shower, the ends curling faintly at the nape of his neck. The fresh, clean scent of his soap mixed with a deeper, woodsy cologne wrapped around me the second the door opened, and for a moment I forgot how to speak.He didn’t say anything right away. His dark eyes dropped from my face, slowly taking in the sage green sundress that hugged my waist and flared softly around my thighs, before traveling back up with deliberate appreciation. I watched his jaw flex once, the only outwar
I slammed my front door shut and leaned my back against the solid wood, my chest heaving as if I had just run a marathon myself.My heart was hammering against my ribs. I pressed the palms of my hands against my burning cheeks, trying to process what had just happened in the hallway. He hadn’t rejected me. He didn’t walk out last night because he wasn't attracted to me. It was the exact opposite. You’re fucking beautiful. I want you too much.His words echoed in my head, sending a delicious, shivery thrill straight down my spine. The sting of humiliation was completely gone, replaced by a rush of pure adrenaline.I needed to talk to someone before my head exploded.Gabbing my phone from the kitchen counter—the very counter where he had held my waist just twenty-four hours ago—I speed-dialed Chelsea. She answered on the second ring.“Okay, you’re calling me back, which means you’re ready to spill,” Chelsea said immediately, her voice loud and demanding. “What happened with the neighbor
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