เข้าสู่ระบบBrookeI spent the entire next day trying to focus on work and failing. Olivia sent six different texts about seating charts. I answered every one of them on autopilot while my mind stayed on the way Caleb had touched me on that table and the message still sitting on my phone.Tomorrow. My place. No interruptions.He texted the address a little after five. I left my apartment at six thirty with my pulse already elevated. His building was quiet and nice without being flashy. I parked, sat in the car for a full minute, and then went inside before I could talk myself out of it.Caleb opened the door on the first knock. He was in a black t shirt and dark jeans. His hair looked like he had run his hands through it. The second he saw me his eyes moved over my body in a slow open way that made my skin heat.“Hi,” I said.“Hi.” He stepped aside so I could come in. The door clicked shut behind me. The apartment was clean and sparsely furnished. Big windows. Low lights. It smelled like him.Nei
BrookeI spent most of the next day trying not to check my phone. Olivia called three times with small changes. The florist needed confirmation on the candle order. The bakery wanted final numbers for the cake tasting. I handled all of it from my kitchen table with my laptop open and my mind somewhere else.Caleb’s last text sat at the top of my messages like it was waiting for me.I did not reply again until late afternoon.Venue coordinator moved the final lighting check to seven tonight. You still offering help?His answer came in under a minute.I’ll be there.I got to the reception hall at six forty five. The sun was already going down and the parking lot was almost empty again. Caleb’s truck was parked near the side door. He was leaning against it with his arms crossed when I pulled in. Same rolled sleeves. Same calm expression. Something about the way he watched me walk toward him made my stomach pull tight.“You’re early,” I said.“So are you.”We went inside together. The hal
BrookeI was already running late when I pulled up to the venue. The parking lot was half empty. Most of the vendors had left for the day. I grabbed my binder and the sample linens from the passenger seat and headed inside through the side entrance.The reception hall still smelled like floor polish and leftover flowers from the last event. Strings of lights were half hung across the ceiling. A few tables had been set up as examples with different cloth options. I set my things down on the nearest one and started checking the measurements again. Olivia had changed her mind about the layout twice already and the wedding was only six weeks away.Footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall. I looked up.Caleb Reid walked in like he owned the place. Tall. Broad shoulders under a dark gray button down with the sleeves rolled up. The same controlled expression he always wore. He was Ethan’s older brother and the best man. We had met twice before during early planning meetings. Both times
Julian I pulled out of her slowly and watched my cum follow. Kaitlyn stayed bent over the desk, breathing hard, legs shaking. I fixed my trousers first, then helped her stand and straightened her skirt. The fabric immediately darkened between her thighs. She looked wrecked and beautiful and completely mine.“Walk normally,” I told her. “We’re going downstairs.”We took separate elevators. I gave her a three-minute head start. When I stepped into my father’s office she was already there, standing beside his desk with a folder in her hands like the perfect assistant. Only the flush on her neck and the careful way she stood gave anything away. I closed the door behind me and took the chair across from him.Richard looked at both of us for a long moment. His eyes moved from my face to Kaitlyn’s and back again. The silence stretched further than it should have.“The Morrison call went well,” he said finally. “Both of you handled the numbers cleanly.”“Kaitlyn did most of the work,” I answ
JulianI 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
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
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
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







