ANMELDENJulianI reached for the phone without pulling out of her. Kaitlyn’s eyes stayed locked on mine as I answered.“Dad.”“Julian. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”Kaitlyn’s pussy clenched around me at the sound of his voice. I rested my free hand on her throat and felt her swallow.“Just home. What’s up?”“I need you in the office tomorrow morning. The Morrison group moved their call to nine and I want you on it. Kaitlyn will be there to brief you beforehand.”I looked down at her. She was still flushed and sticky, my cock buried inside her, listening to her boss arrange her morning while she was full of his son.“We’ll both be there,” I said. “I’ll make sure Ms. Voss has everything ready.”“Good. Get some rest.”“Night, Dad.”I ended the call and tossed the phone aside. Kaitlyn stared up at me with wide eyes. I rolled my hips and felt myself thickening inside her again.“You’re going to brief me in the morning with my cum still in you,” I told her. “I’m going to fuck you in the show
JulianI watched Kaitlyn stare at the phone like it might burn her hand. My father’s name lit up the screen while she stood naked in his private suite with my cum still leaking down her thighs. Her tits rose and fell with every uneven breath. The flush on her chest had not faded.“Answer it,” I said.She looked at me. I kept my expression calm even though my cock was already starting to thicken again at the sight of her panic.“Julian—”“Answer the phone, Ms. Voss. And keep looking at me while you do it.”She swallowed and hit accept. I stepped closer so I could hear both sides.“Kaitlyn,” my father’s voice came through, warm and familiar. “Glad I caught you. I need the revised Morrison file first thing Monday. Can you make sure it’s on my desk before eight?”“Of course, Mr. King.” Her voice came out impressively steady. “I’ll have it ready.”“You’re the best. Don’t work too hard this weekend.”“I won’t.”“Good night.”“Good night, sir.”She ended the call. The silence in the suite fe
Kaitlyn The elevator doors opened and Richard King stepped out.My entire body went cold and then burning hot at the same time. Julian’s cum was still slowly leaking out of me onto the chair. My skirt was damp between my thighs. Richard walked toward the executive wing with his phone to his ear, nodding at me as he passed my desk.“Still here, Kaitlyn? You’re going to work yourself to death.”“Just finishing the projections,” I managed. My voice sounded almost normal. “They’ll be on your desk first thing.”“Good. Julian still around?”Julian appeared from the other side of the floor like he had been waiting for the question. His expression was perfectly polite. Only his eyes gave anything away when they flicked to me for half a second.“Right here. I was going over the Q3 notes Ms. Voss gave me.”Richard smiled, distracted by whatever was happening on his call. “Don’t keep her too late. Night, both of you.”He disappeared into his office and closed the door. The second it latched I l
KaitlynI stayed late on purpose the next night.Richard left at six-thirty for a client dinner. Most of the floor cleared out by seven. I sat at my desk with the same report open on my screen and watched the clock while my pulse sat too high in my throat. At seven-forty my phone buzzed.His office. Now. Leave the underwear in your drawer.I stared at the message for a long second. Then I opened the bottom drawer of my desk, slipped my hands under my skirt, and worked the lace down my legs. I dropped the damp underwear into the drawer and closed it. The air on my bare skin under the skirt felt wrong and electric at the same time.Julian was already inside when I reached Richard’s office. He closed the door behind me and locked it. The click sounded final. He was in shirtsleeves again, collar open, eyes dark the second they landed on me.“Did you do what I told you?”“Yes.”“Show me.”I reached down and slowly dragged my pencil skirt up my thighs until it bunched at my hips. Julian’s e
Kaitlyn.The next day Julian showed up at my desk at 7:40 in the morning with two coffees.He set one in front of me without asking how I took it. Black, one sugar. Exactly right. I looked up at him and he just smiled like he had already catalogued that information from somewhere.“Morning, Ms. Voss.”“You didn’t have to do that.”“I wanted to. Consider it a thank you for not making me feel completely useless yesterday.” He leaned his hip against my desk again in that same way.“Father’s in early. He’s already asked if I’ve bothered you yet.”“And what did you tell him?”“That I’m being on my best behavior.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second. “For now.”He walked off toward his temporary desk before I could answer. I wrapped my hands around the coffee cup and tried to ignore the way my pulse had picked up just from the smell of his cologne lingering near my chair.The day dragged. Every time I looked up he seemed to be looking back. Once I caught him watching me while I w
Kaitlyn.I was already at my desk when he walked in.Julian King. Twenty-two. Richard King’s only son. Tall, dark hair that looked like he had run his hands through it on purpose, sharp jaw, and the kind of confident walk that came from never having to earn a single thing in his life. He wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and black trousers that fit too well. The company badge hanging around his neck still had the plastic film on it.Richard had told me last week that his son would be interning for the summer. “Keep an eye on him, Kaitlyn. Make sure he actually works.” I had nodded and smiled and said of course. I had not expected the son to look like that.He stopped in front of my desk and smiled like he already knew something I did not.“You’re Ms. Voss.”“I am. You must be Julian.”“Julian King. Trying to pretend I’m useful for three months.” His eyes moved over me in a way that was just shy of rude. “My father said you’re the one who actually runs this place.”“I
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li







