تسجيل الدخولChapter 1Kimberly povI should have been home an hour ago. I should have been pouring a glass of cheap red wine and sinking into my couch. Instead, I was staring at the back of Julian Croft's head.He was leaning over my desk, pointing at a paragraph in the quarterly report. His jacket was stretched tight across his shoulders, outlining the hard muscle beneath. His tie was loosened–a rare sign that he was tired. "Here, Clarke," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my desk and up my arms. "This projection is extremely favorable."I didn't look up from my screen. "It's an educated projection, Croft. Based on emerging market trends. A concept you might not be familiar with, since your entire department seems to operate on 'what we did last year'."He straightened up, and I felt his presence behind me like a furnace."My department brings in sixty percent of this company's revenue, Clarke. Your 'emerging market trends' are a gamble. A very expensive one."I spun in my c
Chapter 4Celia pov"I've been ready since last night," I breathed.And with that, he surged into me. The water made the movement slow, fluid, but the sensation was just as overwhelming as it had been before. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that was both painful and intensely pleasurable. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he began to move.He set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust a long, hard stroke that hit me in just the right spot. The water buoyed us, making us weightless, and the only sounds were our ragged breaths, the gentle slap of water against our bodies, and my soft, helpless moans."You feel so fucking good," he growled, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me deeper onto his cock. "So tight, so wet."I couldn't form words. I could only hold on and ride the wave of pleasure he was creating. My head fell back against the tiled wall, my eyes closed, my entire world narrowed down to the feeling of him inside me, the sensation of his hands on my sk
Celia povThe sun was scorching the next afternoon, beating down on the concrete around the community pool. It shimmered over the pool, making the whole scene look like a mirage. There were a few people scattered around–mothers with young kids, an older couple reading under a large umbrella, but it was mostly quiet. The loudest sounds were the water lapping and a lawnmower somewhere in the distance.I was lying down on a lounge chair trying to read, but my mind kept wandering. Every rustle of a leaf, every distant splash, had me glancing up, my stomach doing a little flip. I was wearing a simple black bikini, nothing scandalous, nothing wild, but I’d taken extra care with it that morning because I wanted him to look.And then finally, he came. He walked out of the men's changing room, in a pair of dark red swim trunks that hung low on his hips. Broad shoulders, a chest that was all hard muscle and a dark swirl of tattoos, and a stomach that was flat and rigid. Goodness, the man was
Celia povI couldn't lie. My body was screaming yes, my mind was finally starting to catch up, shedding all the reasonable, sensible bullshit in favor of pure, primal need. I wanted this.I wanted this. I wanted him to fuck me right here, on this table, in this dark empty clubhouse.Instead of answering, I reached up, tangled my fingers in his hair, and pulled his mouth down to mine.The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision– a hungry, desperate clash of teeth and tongues and no patience at all. He tasted like beer and something else, something dark and wild that was just him.His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel dick, hard and ready, pressing against my belly. I moaned into his mouth, a raw, needy sound that was all encouragement.He broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Fuck," he growled, his hands moving to grip my ass, squeezing hard through the thin fabric of my shorts. "Y
Celia povThe last cardboard box sat in the middle of the living room like a lonely, tan island in a sea of clean tan carpet. I sank onto the floor, my back against the wall, and dragged a hand through my hair, pulling it loose from the messy bun that had barely made it through the day.Everything smelled like new paint and the flat, clean smell of a place that had just been scrubbed. It was mine, this space. All mine. And right now, it felt just as empty as I did.With a groan, I pushed myself up. The physical work was done. But settling in–turning it into a home–that was a different kind of tired.I gathered up the flattened boxes and packing tape, the last mess of my new start, and headed for the door. The recycling bins sat just outside the gate, lined up neatly along the curb of this almost too-perfect neighborhood.The evening air was warm, sweet with the smell of jasmine blooming somewhere close by. I was shoving th
Jonathan PovShe looked at the veteran. "You first. Lie on your back."He did as he was told, his big cock lying flat against his stomach. Olivia straddled him, her back to him, facing me and the one-way mirror. She knew I was watching. This was for me as much as it was for her. She reached down and guided him into her, sinking down on his length with a long, slow sigh."Fuck," the veteran groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips.She began to ride him, her movements fluid and graceful, her breasts bouncing with every rise and fall. She looked directly at the mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. "Enjoying the show, my love?" she mouthed silently.I was. I was enjoying it more than I could ever have imagined.Then she turned her attention to the rookie. He was standing by the bed, stroking his cock, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and frustration. "You," she said, her voice firm. "Get on the bed. On your knees. In front of me."He scrambled onto the bed, positioning himself as







